Lyrics:

Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's 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 don't know me
You lie, you cheat. You steal, you lose
Wouldn't want to 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 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 or 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 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 dumb ditty dumb
I take it back
Those thoughts are kinda whack
Don't really need that kind of karma on the track
Maybe Freddy Kruger 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
That's that
I don't trust anybody
'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
Written by John Everett Otto, Leor Dimant, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group