Watch Your Back

(album: The Pre-Fix For Death - 2004)

It's all about drugs, money, murder, sex (Yeah!)
Cracking skulls, cashing large muthafucking checks (Ah!)
Busting gats
Killing tracks
Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
It's all about drugs, money, murder, sex (Yeah!)
Cracking skulls, cashing large muthafucking checks (Ah!)
Busting gats
Killing tracks
Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!

Sadistically sparking the sife
Run up on your squadron witta knife
And bring the lyrics sheet from a Carcass album to life
It's street surgery
Before you ever succeed in murdering me
Ya meat will bleed burgundy deceit perjury
Completed beatings are delivered urgently
You shook at me ya scab like a woman shivering nervously
Unprepared, quivering pervertedly like a nun scared getting fucked by a Satanic priest, in the blasphemous clergy
Anarchist thirsty laughing at the panicking human mannequin
Consuming Andersson Entombed management
Slay you like Jeff Hanneman, in front of the cameraman
Bullets attack you in order by the hammer pin
Crills and porn leave you blood spilled and torn
We breed hate like the mother of a stillborn!
Cadavers hanging from the wall
Mangle you all
Let's have a headbanger's brawl!

It's all about drugs, money, murder, sex (Yeah!)
Cracking skulls, cashing large muthafucking checks (Ah!)
Busting gats
Killing tracks
Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
It's all about drugs, money, murder, sex (Yeah!)
Cracking skulls, cashing large muthafucking checks (Ah!)
Busting gats
Killing tracks
Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!

We'll leave you with a scarred head
Rolling you up in carpet
You bitches get played like guitar frets
Bucking you like Bernard Goetz
Like GZR on a '63 Fender precision over percussion
There's nobody as sick as me end of discussion
You'll get your scalp split
'Cause you're a faggot like Halford
You Iron Cross rocking pussies with Mick Jagger outfits
I grew up in a hell hole
Raging like Morello
At a certain age I stared pumping bass like Frank Bello
Archer Willow
Blast you with metal like Brillo
Put the pillow over your face to muffle it
When we kill you
Like Buffalo, skinned by Indians
We'll watch you suffer slow
On a trestle, cut muscle vessels
Like Russell Crowe
Playing you like an Ibanez
Prey on you like a cyborg with dreds
Ya shits' low quality I'm high res
I'll never settle
I'd rather jig ya neck
'Cause I'm ghetto like the Digitech
Death Metal pedal

Drugs, money, murder, sex (Yeah!)
Cracking skulls, cashing large muthafucking checks (Ah!)
Busting gats
Killin tracks
Necro and Diablo you better watch your back!
It's all about drugs, money, murder, sex (Yeah!)
Cracking skulls, cashing large muthafucking checks (Ah!)
Busting gats
Killin tracks
Necro and Diablo you better watch your back! (Back!)