Stuck (Limp Bizkit cover)

Psycho female blowing up the phone line
You're in too tight and loose cool
It's been loose for a long time
I'll be slam with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna be leading you to in the back, back

Now you're talk, talk 'cause I'm let loose
With a psycho freestyle
Maybe hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness in all your tactics
Searching for my cash
Girl, I'm mad about your super friends
And I'm the humble man
Taking out my chance, take a chance
And I'm sucking like a scamp
To these listeners, what's this whole damn business?
I get paid to take the microphones right out of the stage

So I throw the ball to my band
And all the fans and all my fans
When the shots is coming in
I'll be slamming them all to the wall
With the encore, my blast to the yes, yes
Yo, no night, but my story's about my keeper
And you know the end like a Chattanooga champ
Is that what we need? I'm not the bad seed
But you always ask for a better back, quick

You wanna bring the damage?
You take a dash for my cash
Get your ass down my brass ring
Oh, you wanna bring the damage?
You take a dash for my cash
Get your ass down my brass ring
You bad luck, you so stuck

Stuck deep down in a hole again
Stuck, catch a break, then break 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, suicide out
I'll get them tendencies
Thinking 'bout their memories
Got a real mess when I'm looking back the '80s

I've made it through the war
Time was up out the bucket, but now I'm just super
Fly bound for the boundaries
No limit yet, but I'm screaming to the bottom of this now, man
The same is my pocket
Broken the brigade, the S.F. press in cold times
Label, bummer, profile, he died
I ain't in jail, who's I come to grind?

You wanna bring the kill, bitch?
You take a dash for my cash
Get your ass down my brass ring
Oh, you wanna bring the kill, bitch?
You take a dash for my cash
Get your ass down my brass ring
You bad luck, you so stuck

Stuck deep down in a hole again
Stuck, catch a break, then break again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck, you don't even know

Oh yeah, ain't nothing like a greedy bitch
Digging, digging, digging, digging
Digging so deep for that greed
Yeah, yeah, all I know, all I know
Yeah, that you must be fucked up in the head

I don't need a problem
Just one question, biatch
Why, why you gotta 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 peek in my business?
You fuckin' whore

Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash
Get your ass down my brass ring
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash
Get your ass down my brass
You bad luck, you're so stuck

Stuck deep down in a hole again
Stuck, catch a break, then break again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck in your head, you don't even know