Under your hands we are your slaves

The weaker ones will always pay

You know that, you f**ker

But I ain't that kind of sucker



I'm on my run

Under the hot sun



Yeah thats how it goes when you play with lives

Come on bitch taste the knife

Because some can take your unfair rules

But I'm a loony and they are fools



I'm on my run

Under the hot sun



Under your hands we are your slaves

The weaker ones will always pay

You know that, you f**ker

But I ain't that kind of sucker



I'm on my run

Could kill you just for fun