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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
Jones in 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 payed 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 want to play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you want to 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 rhymes 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

You want to play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you want to 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

Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin'. diggin', diggin' so deep for that greed
Yeah, yeah, all I know, all I know, yeah, that you must be fucked up
In that

Head, yeah
I got a little problem, just one question, beyotch
Why, why you want to be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that

You want to be like that
Why, why you want to be like that
Why, why you want to be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you want to be like that, why the fuck you want to be like that

Why, why you gotta be like that, why the fuck you want to be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you want to 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 biatch, don't fuck with us
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Lyrics was added by Lucie/e

Lyrics was corrected by Eva01

Video was added by Lilith20

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 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 - 2x 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

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