Limp Bizkit - Trust?

Trust?

Backstabber Two-faced Low life Its time to step up to the plate
1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do?
You know I see right through you
When you act like you dont know me
You lie, you cheat. You steal, you lose
wouldnt 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
Creepin up your back
So what chu all about?
Imtoo fuckin good
And fuckin proud
Imgonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown
you are the kind of guy with two faces
Just another life thats wasted
Heres a little fact
You do me like that
End up in the back of my trunk in a sack
Youd better keep your hands off
Whats mine or anybody elses
When you are selfish
Your wealth is
All you crave from the cradle to the grave
Imtoo fuckin good
And fuckin proud
Imgonna 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 are all that and then some
Well you are not
I think you are dum ditty dumb
I take it back
Those thoughts are kinda whack
Dont really need that kind of karma on the track
Maybe Freddy Krueger wi 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 are a human bein
Thats lucky to be breathin
And thats that
thats that
I dont trust anybody
Cuz nobody trust me
Never gonna trust anybody
And thats the way its gonna be
Imtoo fuckin good
And fuckin proud
Imgonna show you how
Bad it hurts to be a clown