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    Psycho female blowing up the phone line
    You need to tighten that screw it's been loose for a long time
    I've been slammed with some bad luck
    Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
    And now you duck, duck, goose, I'm letting loose
    With the 30-ought freestyle labeled hostile by my profile
    Must be all the madness you and all your tactics
    Jonesing for my cash got to make them pockets super fat
    Hey I'm a humble man kicking out my jams like a tramp
    I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
    What's with all the business?
    I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
    Stay away from all the bros in my band and all the fans
    And all my friends when the cash is coming in
    Or I'll be slamming them balls to the wall
    With the ink on my flesh to the 'yes, yes y'all!'
    No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
    I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
    That's all we need, another bad seed
    Planted on this Earth motivated by greed

    You wanna play that game bitch?
    You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting!
    Boy, you wanna play that game bitch?
    You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
    You're bad luck, you're so stuck!

    Stuck, deep down in that hole again!
    Stuck, got your brain on my green again!
    Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck you don't even know!

    All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
    Far from suicidal still I get them tendencies
    Bringing back them memories
    That I really miss when I reminisce
    Rocking back in the 80s live my attitude to do or die
    Once I was a maggot but now I'm just Super Fly
    Bound for the boundaries, no limit G
    Fat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
    Your style's in my pocket
    Proclaimed to regain that essence
    Pressin 'cause I'm hostile labeled by my profile
    Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed

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    You wanna play that game bitch?
    You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blasting!
    Boy, you wanna play that game bitch?
    You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blasting
    You're bad luck, you're so stuck!

    Stuck, deep down in that hole again!
    Stuck, got your brain on my green again!
    Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck you don't even know!

    Aw yeah, ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch
    Digging, digging, digging, digging, digging so deep for that green
    All I know, all I know, that you must be fucked up in the head
    I got a little problem, just one question, biatch
    Why, why you wanna be like that?
    Why, why you gotta be like that?
    You wanna be like that?
    Why, why you wanna be like that?
    Why, why you wanna be like that?
    Why, why you gotta be like that?
    Why, why you wanna be like that?
    Why the fuck you wanna be like that?
    Why, why, why you gotta be like that?
    Why the fuck you wanna be like that?
    Why, why, why, why, why, why you gotta be?
    Why, why, why, you wanna be like that?
    Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business you fucking whore?

    Stuck on yourself, you are
    You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blasting!
    Stuck on yourself, you whore
    You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blasting!
    You're bad luck, you're so stuck!

    Stuck, deep down in that hole again!
    Stuck, got your brain on my green again!
    Stuck, you're so, you're so
    You're so stuck in your head don't even know!

    Live on tape, bitch!
    Don't fuck with us!

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    Composición: Durst Fred, Rivers Sam, Borland Wes y John Everett Otto

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