Rancid

(álbum: The Horde: The End Is Nigh - 2023)

Do you remember me?
I said do you remember me?

Rancid, push a button, wicked shit in transit
Been trying to teach these people they don't understand it
On another level I done lived my life a rebel
Digging holes and dropping bones inside, yeah, with my shovel
See the devil every time inside the looking glass
Guess that's what I get for living crooked with my looking ass
Now feel the wrath of a rapper breaking bad
Ain't too much time is left, I'll be the worst they've ever had
Now step inside my laboratory, you can be my story
Everybody's talking 'bout up in the news, the ending's gory
Here's a hint, they can't repair a punctured heart
Scattered 'round the woods a bunch of blood and butchered body parts

What you gonna do when your debt comes due?
When death comes through then it comes for you
Where you gonna run when the darkness comes?
And you're staring down the barrel of a gun?

With a grimace I'm ratchet, hit 'em with a hatchet
Got my demons dancing, I'm a petty bastard
I'm removing heads, put them bitches in a basket
We don't give a shit, stab your back, The Horde is rancid

Rancid! Fuck those!
Fuck the opps! We cutthroat! (We cutthroat!)
Rancid! Touch those!
Buck shots! Blood froze!
Yeah!

Rotting flesh (Rotting flesh), a rotten mind
When history repeats these acts of violence redefined
Heathen possessed (Heathen possessed), I see that sign
These bastards, we defeat 'em and it will all be by design
Like Leviathan release, we preparing for the feast
We're sinking teeth into the meat with steely knives to stab the beast
Your beliefs is obsolete and they reek of desperation
Bitch, your mind is finally weak and in desperate need of separation
Amputation (Amputation), removing the tumor from the host
We dissect and kill the wretched, turning these corpses into ghosts
Putting a sword up to they throat, one final stroke, decapitation
Killing them softly (Killing them softly) when I invoke the activation

What you gonna do when your debt comes due?
When death comes through then it comes for you
Where you gonna run when the darkness comes?
And you're staring down the barrel of a gun?

With a grimace I'm ratchet, hit 'em with a hatchet
Got my demons dancing, I'm a petty bastard
I'm removing heads, put them bitches in a basket
We don't give a shit, stab your back, The Horde is rancid

Rancid! Fuck those!
Fuck the opps! We cutthroat! (We cutthroat!)
Rancid! Touch those!
Buck shots! Blood froze!
Yeah!