"Trust?"

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1..2...
What the fuck you gonna do?

You know I see right through you
You act like you don't know me.
You lie, you cheat.
You steal, you lose
Wouldn't wanna be in your shoes.
Always lookin' over your shoulder
For the ones you stick
You sick little prick.
It looks like your times runnin' out.
I'm creapin' up your back
So whatcha you all about?

I'm too fuckin' good
And fuckin' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts
To be a clown

You're the kind of guy with two faces.
Just another life that's wasted.
Here's a little fact
You do me like that.
End up in the back
Of my trunk in a sack
You'd better keep your hands off
What's mine
And anybody else's.
When you're selfish
Your wealth is
All you crave from the cradle to the grave

I'm too fuckin' good
And fuckin' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts
To be a clown

I'm too fuckin' good
And fuckin' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts
To be a clown

I got a little bitty question...
Just what the fuck are you thinkin'?
You think you're all that and then some?
Well you're not.
I think you're dum ditty dum
I take it back
Those thoughts are kinda whack.
Don't really need that kind of karma on the track.
Maybe freddy krueger
Will step into your dream
And burn you like a demon
And leave your ass screamin'.
To be exact I wanted to react.
Mission of attack.
Your head was gettin' cracked
But you're a human bein'
That's lucky to be breathin'
And that's that

I don't trust nodboy
And nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
And that's the way its gonna be

I don't trust nobody
Cause nobody trust me.
Never gonna trust anybody
And that's the way its gonna be

I'm too fuckin' good,
And fuckin' proud
I'm gonna show you how
Bad it hurts
To be a clown


by Limp Bizkit