Three Dollar Bill Y'all

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, 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 refrain 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 J bring that beat back

Chorus

I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back
Back [repeated a bunch of times]
(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 (x5)
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 (x6)

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 [repeat to end]

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
Why, why you wanna be like that
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
Oh, you're so perfect
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 to 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 tying 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

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
It's not my mind
It's not my mind
It's not my mind
It's not my mind
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 on this
The next minute you think you're on 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, your 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
I'm gonna get mine

…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
You're so sweet
You're so sweet
I'm gonna get mine
I'm gonna get mine
I'm gonna get mine
??????
I'm gonna get mine
??????
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
I'll rearrange your face
I'm gonna get mine
You're so sweet
You're so sweet
You're so sweet

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
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
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 (well it's gone way to far punk)
I never did
Well I never did kid
It's gone too far

Fuckin' punks 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 in a clown 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
Gotta have faith
Gotta have faith

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
Gotta have faith
Gotta have faith
Get the fuck up!
I gotta have faith
Faith
Faith

Am I a freak in the darkness
????????????
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, 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
?????????????? so god damn
I see ya pointin' your finger
You stereotype me, cause you don't like me
Well you don't even know me, punk
You don't know me

Stinkfinger
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 shh...
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…man…
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 you're 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
??? cuz when your mommy and daddy hit the bed
Oh you say you'll not get that picture
So I'll frame this script and it gripped you

Chorus

Stop sticking around
Stop sticking around
Stop sticking around

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