Rumors growing like a cancer

From the rotting fester of envy

Sleazy liars, character assassins

In the shadows lay their seed

These two-faced snakes

Crawling before you

Serpents, vermin, waitinfg to jump you

Weaving webs of poisonous chatter

Sweet-talk facing you in daylight



Behind the back - what you cannot see

(B.T.B.) - They pull the knife on you, the hypocrites fight cowardly

Behind the back - (To) get the best of you

(B.T.B.) - whenyou've got friends lake that you don't need any enemies



Creedy, groping for attention

Always hidibg their real intentions

Never honest, ever intriguing

Sing a poisoned song of praise they never say

What they are thinking

Phonu brothers speaking with two tongues

Join our posse, dig'us the next day

False friends, we can do without you

We have others we can trust



Beat it if you want to kiss ass

If you want to give us the back star

We don't need you spreading dirty stories

We just want to bang in peace

You'd better not

Play us for suckers

Say it, shout it, tell me to my face

I would like to get it from you straight

You got anything to say, man?

Do it like you're not a rat



Behind the back - what you cannot see

(B.T.B.) - They pull the knife on you, the hypocrites fight cowardly

Behind the back - (To) get the best of you

(B.T.B.) - whenyou've got friends lake that you don't need any enemies



Get off our back, Mac