Title: Stinkfinger
Subtitle:
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Album: Three Dollar Bill, Yall$
Author: Limp Bizkit
Copyright:
Tabled by: saapaoja@hotmail.com
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 81 BPM
Tracks: 3
Instruments:
Bars: 25

Lyric

I see your campus.
And thinkin' I've been there before.
You know somethin' I live in this pig-pen, this filthy pig-pen next 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 way!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta here.
Get you outta my way!
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 way!
Pack them bags punk, get tha' fuck outta here.
Get you outta my way!
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 man!
Let's take it to the curb. Put yourself in my position man!
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 to tha' curb! Wait, ahh, ahh!
Put your self in my position man.

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