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