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Three Dollar Bill Yall's - Limp Bizkit

album  : Three Dollar Bill Yall's
groupe : Limp Bizkit
sortie   : 1997

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Intro

Use your vehicle of salvation
My brothers, go buy a gun
And go give that gun to Jesus and say
"Jesus...you go kill the deciples of Satan and you kill the nazis, Jesus."
Gimme an amen. Amen
Gimme a hallelujah, brother
Hallelujah
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus
Gimme another amen. Amen
Gimme another. Amen
You've got to kill the noise
You've got to kill the pollution of Satan, brother, gimme a hallelujah
Hallelujah
Have you been healed ?
Have you been saved ?
Has it happened to you, brother ?
Thank the lord. Praise the lord
I love Jesus. I love Jesus
Kill the pollution... pollution.

Pollution

Come on fool !
Aw...aw...aw
Drop that shit
Straight comin' at ya

Punk the greatest side is critical
When digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like smoke
Got'cha running from the law
Maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile
Style's bound to the sky lines
Keep 'em on the sidelines choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke you're gonna choke
When I'm swinging it to ya

Chorus:
When do you decide - you decide
Then you can know in your mind - you decide
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand - pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear - pollution
I keep the grip tight on the mic when I spill - pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear - pollution
I keep that grip real tight breaker - pollution

Breaker one nine
Spitting out that skill suicidal punk
Let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So if you're crossing over, let me know you're real ????
Now you get the feel I rumble like the thunder
Now you're going under
I bet ya wonder what the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain
I can't Chorus from bringing on the pain

Chorus

So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back
Aw, gonna bring that beat back
Fuck, gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo, I bring that beat back


Chorus

I'm gonna bring that beat back x 4
Beat back x 2 back [répété pas mal de fois]
Fred shut up, alright
This is me telling you to shut up...shut up
Fred, shut the fuck up

Counterfeit

Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit
You're freakin' me out you wear a mask
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit
You're freakin' me out you wear a mask
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit
You're freakin' me out you wear a mask
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit
You're freakin' me out you wear a... fake

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete strange
To see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this reality bites
But that's what life is pitiful you
Your hideous behavior hate what God gave ya
Fakin all the flava artificial minds seekin out the new trends
Get in where you fit in quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture
Let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow a damn shame
You wanna change yourself

Chorus:
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too
Fake you're a
A counterfeit
Fake you know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too
Fake you're a
A counterfeit
Fake

I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone doin' nothin
Nothin' on my own alone in your misery
You're bitin on my new style filed as a counterfeit
Going down in history as nothin but a copy cat - copy cat
So if your fakin that you're phat
You need a ballbat right where your head is at all
Your desperation'causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate your weakness screams
From the limp on your siren phonies
Get the hint quick smacked
With funk flick pain for the fakers fame can't maintain

Chorus

All these phonies
You disregarded your life - disregarded your life
You disrespected your friends - you disrespected your friends
You've even stolen your appearance - stolen
From hangin out with my family
But I should have never dropped my guard - shoulda never dropped my guard
So you could stab me in the back - stab me in the back
But you were faking me out - you were faking me out
Just faking me out you wear a mask - you wear a mask
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,

You're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit x 6
Now you're steadily startin to change
You wanna rearrange your lifestyle
With live like the wild child with the vibe alive
You could lie to try and be so fly a lie
But you deny you're a fake
You know we figured you're a phony - fake
You know we figured you out - fake
You know we figured you out
Figured you out
Figured you out fake


Stuck

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 x 2
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

Nobody Loves Me

Shut up

I'm so sick of them deadlines
I cannot stand why them maniacs are in them headlines
And even though I don't' know ya
Through my lyrics I'll show ya
The sanity's over cuz people say I'm bugged out ?????
My business, stay the fuck out
All I know is that the beat goes on and on - beat goes on
And will be the same
'Til the day I'm gone


Chorus:
Nobody loves me
Nobody cares
Nobody loves me
Nobody owes me a thing
Nobody loves me
Nobody cares
Nobody loves me
Maybe I'll go eat worms

I'm so sick of the world
Now it's all those people attacking my identity
Now the enemy's running at the mouth again
Saddle up when you step into the south
My friend you're the big one
You're the good one I'm the bad one
That's so sad son cuz I'm running nowhere
You see the black sheep everywhere
You need to drop that guard man
It ain't that hard

Chorus

Now what's the matter
With this someone's sure to find me
No exceptions for this - no exceptions
So many time I fall through no one has ever warned me
Life seems so meaningless when ???
Your inner strength
Ohh, I'm such a piece of shit
Oh, you're so perfect x 2
Oh, you're so much better than me
So much better than me
You suck!

Nobody loves me
Nobody cares
Nobody loves me
Maybe I'll go eat worms

Sour

Mellow out bitch

I thought I knew ya took the time
Yo throw my lovin' into ya screw
Ya cuz now you got me sittin in the sewer
I'm through with all them roller coaster rides see
I ain't forgot about the knots
That you been tieing with my insides
I dropped my pride
Without you I was sure to die
I tried with cash and all I could
To make it last now I accepted that was in the past
I know you love me
Loved me like a piece of trash

But at first you were so sweet
Couldn't go without seein your face for an hour
So sour it all became a hassle
You were even living in my castle
Just to use me and verbally abuse me
That's not the way I'm running my shop
It took a while to see the light before I stopped
And you got dropped off it's over
Probably I'll be sweating it
But in the long run you'll be the one regrettin' it
Maybe you won't
Maybe you will but baby
You're still about as real as a three dollar bill

Chorus:
No one to blame
But you look at them blame me
No one to blame
But you look at them blame me

Ohh ohh, I sound like a bitch
A little bitch in heat with all that anger
That I'm feelin' bitch
I think it's heat another spit tale
Just another spit tale
Thanks for the lesson
Now get your shit and hit the trail
We know I'm coming from the old school
You damn fool intensity is something that I'm made of
And certainly I'm not afraid of a little smack in the face
Thanks for the taste

Chorus

Stalemate

It's not my mind x 6

Yo J and I get a little bit

Your veins flow with poison
Please acknowledge my present
This precious gift
That I behold discarded like trash
To dominate it's in your nature, you selfish brat


Chorus:
I can't believe you had me
Strung out all over you like that one minute
You're sweet the next minute
You're sour
I taste the envious predictions
Change with each hour I've seen this before
You even decide to step into my little world

Strange things occurring happening over and over and over again
Now bitch you are cruelty
You bark your orders with such a degrading dialect

Chorus

One minute you think you're all this
The next minute you think you're all that
But your playin' with the nova momma
Didn't show ya how to take it
You can by the man when it's over
I'll be hunting you down
Waiting for the pay back
You frown begging me for your mercy
I ain't down with the sympathy you see
And I always remember your tender love wipe me
Under the rug just so you can step on my spine

I'm gonna get mine x 2

Reminds me I'm gonna get mine
I wish I was wasted I'm gonna get mine
I'm gonna get mine I'd like to rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
I'm gonna get mine..
You're so sweet x 3
I'm gonna get mine x 5
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine you're so sweet x 3
You're always right and I'm always wrong
Not my mind that's why I love you so much
Not my mind you're so sweet
Not my mind I love you
Not my mind you're so sweet
Not my mind I love you
Not my mind...

Clunk

Clunk x 7

Hey mister, elevate that mic ???
You might need to rest up or pump that chest up
Because that mental is fading
Ego you overplayed it you busta
You just can't be trusted the drama
Your mama must've really been disgusted

Chorus:
But you got no clue always screaming
Everybody owes you
Well kid I never did
And never will it's gone too far
It's gone too far and it's on
I never did well
I never did kid
It's gone too far

Been bringing all the funk
In knowing you man
You're probably not thinking
Got you lips sinking there
It goes flying over that head
You'll be crying lying in your death bed
Now you're just a reject ???
Mc'y D's just to gain a little respect


Chorus

You need to drop that freakin' ego before you crash
Before the headlights are simply glaring in your eyes
And you're goin down
What's the matter with the life that you're leadin'
When you're bleedin' everyone's thinking how much they hate you
It's not to late dude
Just that time for you to zip up that girl
Take a deep breath, look around
Ain't nobody left just a target
Bull's eye still you walk around
Like a clown in a force field
See I'm not crazy
You're the one who's crazy institution
Bound to be the only way that we can even solve
This had about as much as I can take so do yourself a favor

Faith

Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody has gotta body like me
But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
When that love comes down
Without devotion well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showin' you that door

Cuz I gotta have faith
Gotta have faith x 3

Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay
Say please, please, please don't go away
Cuz you're givin' me the blues
Baby, you mean every word you say can't help
But think of yesterday and another who tied me down to lover boy blues
Before this river becomes an ocean
Before you pick my heart up off the floor
When our love comes down
Without devotion well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you that door

I gotta have faith
Gotta have faith x 3
Get the fuck up!
I gotta have faith faith x 4

Am I a freak in the darkness
Who am I a misfit
You speak with opinions
To seek in so deep
But it's alright
Well your just an allusion
Confused by your narrow mind
Reality is up ahead in the distance
But that lack of persistence has left you behind
Now you're reaching for your sanity
'Cause you're afraid of me, s
So don't fuck with me
You wanna ask me a question
Well I got a question
How much longer can I tolerate this shit
Ego's trip when you're livin' on the flip side
Drop out of a uterus
And god damn I see ya pointin' your finga
You stereotype me
'Cause you don't like me
Well you don't even know me, punk
You don't know me

Stink Finger

I've seen your campus
And thinking I've been there before you know something
I live in this pig pen this filthy pig pen
Next door another picture my aroma
Stick that nose up in the air
Is that the excuse you use to ruin me

Chorus:
I need to get you outta my way
Get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way
Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor yeah right... right

Yo J, drop that one down

Your existence means less now
That it probably ever has before you've got your
Head up your ass out of your mouth comes nothing but sh..
Still I listen, I absorb you amuse me idiot
All bent outta shape
'Cause I piss on your gate

Chorus

And you don't stop and we won't stop
That's right and you can't stop this shit
It just won't stop let's take it to the curb
If you can stand it
Put yourself in my position man x 2
Let's take it to the curb
Put yourself in my position man
Ahh, take it to the curb
Put yourself in my position man
Punk, how you wanna take it to the curb
Ahh, you wanna take it to the curb
Ahh, put ya, put ya, ahh, put yourself in my position man
You don't stop got it stinky, stinky finger
And you don't and you don't

Indigo Flow

Yo what up got Christian and Dino in the house
Fear Factory action kick off this new joint here
For all my homies
Separating the true breeds
My friends and my family
Had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up
Props to the Field Dog with the funk through the campaign
Gold records and Champaign
Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's Chino
Man we had a blast with ya Deftones
Rock that microphones daily
Props to the maestro
Ross your an angel
Hey DJ wanna play that song
Lethal we love you like a brother
Want to take a trip to the Flip side
Jordan nothing more then I could say
See ya walking hand in hand with the prophet
Danny you took us to that fat man
Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction
We're coming from the town of the unknown
Jacksonville's on the map

Look us up raising eyebrows
With the Jaguars kid
Better watch out line 'em up cheetah - indigo
Yo Richard, Rob and Chuck - indigo
Hook it up

When I walk out on stage all headaches go away
Got the back from the sickest road crew
Chris and Bobby for sticking to it
Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinking
Bow wow yippee yo yippee
Yea to the funk doobi thanks for showing up
All my brothers in KoRn
I love you dad and momma
I'm coming home
What up to my girl Sage
Shawn, Teddy Swoze Indigo Ranch alive with the vibe
Grun Dig Danny in the Milk Bar
Terry Parker you know what's up
Dialed into The Planet and God I love you

Leech

Tell me why ya came
Tell me why you're here
Tell me why your voice is always ringing in my ear
You wanna be the man hangin with my crew
Who the hell are you though
I see you're always at my shows
Always with my bros
Always finding places where I think nobody goes
I can't seem to shake you from this
So now I have to break you from this

Chorus:
Can't you just let me be leech

Aw, get it straight

Can't you take a hint
Thought you had a friend that's such a shame that you're coming around again
And I'd really love to take ya out like Chuck Norris
Instead I'd kick 'em with a vocal
Slap 'em with a chorus
Man I really shouldn't have to beg
What makes me sick is when your mommy and daddy hit the bed
Oh you say you'll not get that picture
So I'll frame this scripta to grip ya

Chorus

Stop sticking around x 3

Everything

[ Instrumental ]

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