Limp Bizkit feat. Paul Wall Middle Finger Lyrics

Yeah
In the house
Ladies and gentlemen
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___ed up like
College frats
Just facts
Fascination with paper stacks
And masturbation on baby's backs
a__assination my player stacks
Gang sharp like thumb tacks
Go dump on horse gump
They chew me up like orbits gum
Swallow c___ and eat c__
Eat crumbs
Run from cops but bar none
In the streets like a b__
If you don't like come get you some

I hear em talking that s___
But they ain't saying s___
They don't wanna start s___
Tell them they can eat s___
They all full of s___
Cuz they not about s___
If they keep on talking s___
Im'ma gonna make them eat s___
m_________er f___ you
With my middle finger up
m_________er f___ you
With my middle finger up
f___ you (f___ you)
f___ you (f___ you)

Hold up
I got moves to makes
I cruise this globe you
Gonna hafta wait
Imma slap that b____ upside your face
But b____ don't smile
Imma hafta hate
I don't take to that s___ so lightly
Microphone got me in the zone
What that shot patrol
We gonna hafta brone
Imma smack this s___ upside your brain
Upside your dome
What
You know what me and Paul Wall
Gonna f___ this s___ like some s___
Yo b____es go get lubed up
Get chewed out and spit out
Like snot i blow this s___ out
I love when rock and roll gets mix with hip hop ho!
Lets shot this clock
Blasting classics
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'

I hear em talking that s___
But they ain't saying s___
They don't wanna start s___
Tell them they can eat s___
They all full of s___
Cuz they not about s___
If they keep on talking s___
Im'ma gonna make them eat s___
m_________er f___ you
With my middle finger up
m_________er f___ you
With my middle finger up
f___ you (f___ you)
f___ all the haters
f___ you (f___ 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 s___ they speak the hate
Just broken bones and body aches
You gotta leap from the waist
Hello 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___ yourself if you can't relate

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 s___ like hand grenades
This blunt is smoked up all day
But had to p___ on your parade

I hear em talking that s___
But they ain't saying s___
They don't wanna start s___
Tell them they can eat s___
They all full of s___
Cuz they not about s___
If they keep on talking s___
Im'ma gonna make them eat s___
m_________er f___ you
With my middle finger up
m_________er f___ you
With my middle finger up
f___ you (f___ you)
f___ you (f___ you)

Take all the pieces of the puzzle (you heard me?)
If they ain't fittin' we in trouble
Busting all your a__es like a bubble
You know i'm mad at you
f___ you and your attitude (yeah)
f___ you and your attitude
(that's right y'all)
f___ you and your attitude
Freddie D and Paul Wall
You know i am mad at you
f___ you and your attitude
Ha ha

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