Stuck Tabs

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 trampn
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

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 '80s 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
Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile
When it comes to greed

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 fucked 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
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why the fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck with us)