Stuck (edited) Songtext
von Limp Bizkit

Ugh (ugh-ugh-ugh)
Oah (oah-oah-oah)

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-yard 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 my 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 through the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y′all


No nine to five, 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 make a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
Woah, 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 '80's 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
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

You wanna play that game bitch
You make 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 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, you don′t even know

Aw, yeah, ain't nothin′ like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin′, diggin', diggin, diggin' so deep for that greed
Yeah, yeah
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 wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why the f– you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why you gotta be like that?
Why the f– 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?

Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash
It′s that ass that I′m blasting
Stuck on yourself, 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 you don't even know

Live on tape beyotch, don′t f- with me
Lethal, ha-ha, lethal
Lethal, ha-ha, lethal
Lethal, ha-ha, lethal
Lethal, ha-ha, lethal
Got a little something like this, this
Come on, get down
Come on, get down