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"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 fucked up like

College frats

Just facts

Fascination with paper stacks

And masturbation on baby's backs

Assassination my player stacks

Gang sharp like thumb tacks

Go dump on horse gump

They chew me up like orbits gum

Swallow cock and eat cum

Eat crumbs

Run from cops but bar none

In the streets like a bum

If you don't like come get you some


[Chorus]

I hear em talking that shit

But they ain't saying shit

They don't wanna start shit

Tell them they can eat shit

They all full of shit

Cuz they not about shit

If they keep on talking shit

Im'ma gonna make them eat shit

Motherfucker fuck you

With my middle finger up

Motherfucker fuck you

With my middle finger up

Fuck you (fuck you)

Fuck you (fuck you)


[Fred Durst]

Hold up

I got moves to makes

I cruise this globe you

Gonna hafta wait

Imma slap that bitch upside your face

But bitch don't smile

Imma hafta hate

I don't take to that shit so lightly

Microphone got me in the zone

What that shot patrol

We gonna hafta brone

Imma smack this shit upside your brain

Upside your dome

What

You know what me and Paul Wall

Gonna fuck this shit like some slut

Yo bitches go get lubed up

Get chewed out and spit out

Like snot i blow this shit 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'


[Chorus]

I hear em talking that shit

But they ain't saying shit

They don't wanna start shit

Tell them they can eat shit

They all full of shit

Cuz they not about shit

If they keep on talking shit

Im'ma gonna make them eat shit

Motherfucker fuck you

With my middle finger up

Motherfucker fuck you

With my middle finger up

Fuck you (fuck you)

Fuck all the haters

Fuck you (fuck 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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit like hand grenades

This blunt is smoked up all day

But had to piss on your parade


[Chorus]