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Psycho female blowin 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 lettin' loose with the thirty odd freestyle labeled hostile by my profile

must be all the madness you and all your tactics jonesin for my cash

got to make them pockets super phat

hey I'm a humble man kicking out the 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

is when the cash is coming in or

i'll be slammin them balls to the wall with the ink on my flesh

and 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

{chorus}

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 you got your brain on my green again stuck

you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head

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 '80's live my attitude to do or die once I was a maggot

now I'm just super fly bound for the boundaries

no limits G phat 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 in deed I am I am indeed hostile when it

comes to greed {chorus} aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch

diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin'

so deep for that green

all I know, all I know, that you must be f*cked up in that head

I got a little problem,

just one question,

beyatch

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 - 2x why,

why you gotta be like that why,

why you wanna be like that,

why the f*ck you wanna be like that why,

why you gotta be like that,

why the f*ck you wanna be like that 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 f*cking whore

stuck on yourself, you are you take a dash for my cash

it's your ass that I'm blasting

stuck on yourself, you whore 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 you got your brain on my green again

stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so

stuck in your head you don't even know live on tape beyatch,

don't f*ck with us
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Psycho female blowin 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 lettin' loose with the thirty odd freestyle labeled hostile by my profile

must be all the madness you and all your tactics jonesin for my cash

got to make them pockets super phat

hey I'm a humble man kicking out the 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

is when the cash is coming in or

i'll be slammin them balls to the wall with the ink on my flesh

and 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

{chorus}

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 you got your brain on my green again stuck

you're so, you're so, you're so stuck in your head

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 '80's live my attitude to do or die once I was a maggot

now I'm just super fly bound for the boundaries

no limits G phat 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 in deed I am I am indeed hostile when it

comes to greed {chorus} aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch

diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin'

so deep for that green

all I know, all I know, that you must be f*cked up in that head

I got a little problem,

just one question,

beyatch

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 - 2x why,

why you gotta be like that why,

why you wanna be like that,

why the f*ck you wanna be like that why,

why you gotta be like that,

why the f*ck you wanna be like that 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 f*cking whore

stuck on yourself, you are you take a dash for my cash

it's your ass that I'm blasting

stuck on yourself, you whore 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 you got your brain on my green again

stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so

stuck in your head you don't even know live on tape beyatch,

don't f*ck with us
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Writer: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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