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