Stuck Us With a Sucka - Gwar

Yo, this here Roundboy, welcome to the flip side

Miss Thang Lady Dee gotta story to tell y’all.

Sad tale 'bout what happened to

Gang Bang

J.C., kick a beat for the Lady!

Back in the hood, I’m known as Miss Thang

I used to be the leader of a band they called Gang Bang

DJ Jerry C cut the tracks that were funky

Crowds hooked on the jams, addicted like junkies

Dat’s right Dee, those kids was hooked, baby

Yeah, they was suckin' up the Gang Bang like hoes on the crack pipe

Tell 'em what happened next Miss Thang

But our songs they weren’t sellin', no gold records on the wall

When the phone started bellin', we finally got the call

From the big time label known as White Boy Records

They said they’d cut a deal and our words would be heard

On the streets, in the cars, on the air, in the hood

Our songs would be played and the sales would be good

We’d be the biggest thing, no other band could match

We said «That all sounds great but there’s gotta be a catch»

Yeah, there was, too!

Uh huh, you know what they did, those big record fucks, they stuck us with a

sucka

A sucka?

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka

Who’s this sucka they’re talkin' about?

Sit back wire head, you’ll find out

Why don’t you pick up the story from here, MC Oreo?

(Oreo, Oreo, Oreo!)

My name is Oreo and I’m cuddly-cold chillin'

A tale must be told, then I’m wuddily-wuh willin'

To tell all of you that the story’s got a villain

Giddly-Glomco is the label that we’re dealin' with

Glomco?

I though it were White Boy?

That was just a cover, just a piddly-plop ploy

Them had a piddly-plan, them was jumpin' for joy

Them knew they had us trapped, now our frontman is a toy

By a toy, he means the sucka was a robot (Right)

That was the catch that we didn’t know about

Yeah, but the came through on the green, I’m paid and paid and paid…

Come on, Roundboy, now you’re missing the point

Got your head in the clouds cause some bitch is on your joint

How you gonna face your friends in the hood

When you’re stuck with a sucka, and the sucka’s no good

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka

Wait, you’re talking about me!

That’s right, you bucket of bolts

Corporation built me to be a sucka sell out

I’d be a hit, there’d be no doubt

My wiring was faulty, something gone wrong

I couldn’t tap my feet to the tempo of the song

Got a cyborg brain and my pistons are pumpin'

Can’t find the beat when I’m on the stage jumpin'

My rap is overrated, my servo’s gold plated

It’s my program’s fault that my ego’s inflated

I might be round and I might be slow

I tell ya one thing: the robot’s gotta go

I do like the bitches and I do like the dough

I tell you again: the robot’s gotta go

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us with a sucka, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck us, they stuck us, they stuck us with a sucka

They stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck us with a sucka

Fool