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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 chance your life in a 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