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release, we preparing for the feast We're sinking teeth into the meat with steely knives to stab the beast Your beliefs is obsolete and they reek of desperation Bitch, your mind is finally weak and in desperate need of separation Amputation (Amputation), removing the tumor from the host We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!