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Текстове на песни: Limp Bizkit. Three Dollar Bill Y'all. Clunk.

Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk

Hey mister, elevate that mic into a blister
You might need to rest up or pump that chest up
Because that mental is fading, ego you over played it
You buster, you just can't be trusted
The drama, your mama must've really been disgusted

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

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
You put your finger in MC'y D's just to gain a little respect

But you got no clue always screaming everybody owes you
Well, kid I never did and never will, it's gone too far
Well, it's gone way to far punk, I never did, it's gone too far

You need to drop that feakin' 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 grill
Take a deep breath, look around, ain't nobody left
Just a target, bullseye

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 slove this
Had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor
Clunk

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