Limp Bizkit - Stinkfinger lyrics

A city of canvas I'm 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 I need to get you outta my way Pack your bags you punk, get the f** 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 a** Out of your mouth comes nothing but sh... Should 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 your bags you punk, get the f** outta here Need to get you outta my way Love thy neighbor, love my neighbor Yeah right...right And you don't stop And we won't stop That's right And you can't stop This sh**, it just won't stop Let's take it to the curb if you can stand it, put yourself in my position man - [2x] 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