Song | Page One |
Artist | Texas in July |
Album | I Am |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You beg for mercy when you crouch down in front of me. | |
Could you be any weaker. You? Worthless being. | |
Every second you take is a waste of my time. | |
What else do you want? Have you already killed me, dime? For dime. | |
I am ruthless. You spit a hard game. I don't like it. | |
I swear one day you will shape up coward. Until then you are worthless. |