Muchos Touché

You wanna play the man, kid? Aren't you afraid to play with the fire? So let's play, so let's play this game Gimme your best shot or you will get shot We've been like bros, you and I... Oh I know, I've been too nice All this time you lied like you breathe Fuck You lie like you breathe There is a place for you in one of these body bags You better watch your back You better watch your back I'll slit your throat with the dagger that you left in my back You bastard, I curse your life I curse your life I'll put you inside the trunk of an old Cadillac You'll be found dead in a bag, next to a foxhole You'll be the star of the newspapers' main lines I swear to change your life into fucking hell A fucking hell Oh! I truly hope that you pray hard enough for God to find a place in your head He'll have the leftovers when I'll be done but As long as you breathe you belong to me. Yeah... I'll be the last thing your eyes will see You better pray, I got time to kill