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Stink Finger

Limp Bizkit


I see your campus
And thinkin' I've been there before
You know somethin' I live in this pig-pen, this filthy pig-pennext door
Another stench of my aroma, stick that nose up in the air
Is that the excuse you used to ruin me?

I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta heeere
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Yeah, right. Right

Yo J, drop that one

Your existance means less now than it probably ever has before
You got your head up your ass. Out of your mouth comes nothing but shit
Shhh, still I listen, I absorb. You amuse me idiot
All bent outta shape, cause I piss on your gate

I need to get you outta my waaaay!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta heeere
Get you outta my waaaay!
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor? Right. Right

And ya' don't stop, and we won't stop. That's right
And ya' can't stop, no. Cause you jus', just won't stop
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it
Put yourself in my position man
Let's take it to tha' curb if you can stand it
Put yourself in my position MAAAAN!
Let's take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position maaaan!
Oh, take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position man, punk!
How you wanna take it to tha' curb, ahh!
You wanna take it totha' curb! Wait, ahh, ahh!
Put your self in my position maaaaan

And you dont. Break, break, break it, don't stop
Got it. Stinky, Stinky Finger
And ya' don't, and ya' don't

Composição: DJ Lethal / Fred Durst / John Otto / Limp Bizkit / Sam Rivers / Wes Borland · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Traduzida por Bruno
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