limp bizkit – middle finger lyrics
“middle finger”
(feat. paul wall)
[intro]
yeah
in the house
ladies and gentlemen
paul wall
[paul wall]
the balling is big
cuz the hustle is hard
the grind is kinda huge
so jealousy is quite large
with credit cards and cash stacks
my mind focused on greenbacks
i go and get it
i don’t relax
the player hating is to the max
kush sacks and powder packs
no time to eat
it’s just snacks
that’s whiskey and congiac
getting f-cked up like
college frats
just facts
fascination with paper stacks
and masturbation on baby’s backs
-ss-ssination my player stacks
gang sharp like thumb tacks
go dump on horse gump
they chew me up like orbits gum
swallow c-ck and eat c-m
eat crumbs
run from cops but bar none
in the streets like a b-m
if you don’t like come get you some
[chorus]
i hear em talking that sh-t
but they ain’t saying sh-t
they don’t wanna start sh-t
tell them they can eat sh-t
they all full of sh-t
cuz they not about sh-t
if they keep on talking sh-t
im’ma gonna make them eat sh-t
motherf-cker f-ck you
with my middle finger up
motherf-cker f-ck you
with my middle finger up
f-ck you (f-ck you)
f-ck you (f-ck you)
[fred durst]
hold up
i got moves to makes
i cruise this globe you
gonna hafta wait
imma slap that b-tch upside your face
but b-tch don’t smile
imma hafta hate
i don’t take to that sh-t so lightly
microphone got me in the zone
what that shot patrol
we gonna hafta brone
imma smack this sh-t upside your brain
upside your dome
what
you know what me and paul wall
gonna f-ck this sh-t like some sl-t
yo b-tches go get lubed up
get chewed out and spit out
like snot i blow this sh-t out
i love when rock and roll gets mix with hip hop ho!
lets shot this clock
blasting cl-ssics
now you know
i’m head to toe
on abby road
i flip that super nasty flow
keep the ladies on the go and they keep coming back for mo’
[chorus]
i hear em talking that sh-t
but they ain’t saying sh-t
they don’t wanna start sh-t
tell them they can eat sh-t
they all full of sh-t
cuz they not about sh-t
if they keep on talking sh-t
im’ma gonna make them eat sh-t
motherf-cker f-ck you
with my middle finger up
motherf-cker f-ck you
with my middle finger up
f-ck you (f-ck you)
f-ck all the haters
f-ck you (f-ck you)
cease the fake
increase the stakes
this gold cobra is wilder great
please wait no sweet escape
just swisher sweets
ain’t kush great
police on the take
no beefs with fate
no peace for fate
peace is the sh-t they speak the hate
just broken bones and body aches
you gotta leap from the waist
h-llo police state
keep my mind on the cake
i’m fly like superman
but no cape
dripped and draped in that street scholar
hardly awake and half baked
peak the technique
clean the slate
the flow is so well done like steak
break em down
i got some moves to make
go f-ck yourself if you can’t relate
[fred durst]
they talk yeah
they talk
they talk
they talk
they done dug themselves a hole
they know it’s all they fault
gonna pour salt straight on the wound
getter catch this jet it’s leaving soon
infection might be settling in
but this doctor done checked out the room
we blazing through like xananadu
what?
now you know what not to do
this crack here might not be for you
but imma gonna leave you crackers black and blue
we wrack this sh-t like hand grenades
this blunt is smoked up all day
but had to p-ss on your parade
[chorus]
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