Under your hands we are your slaves
The weaker ones will always pay
You know that, you fucker
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 fucker
But I ain't that kind of sucker
I'm on my run
Could kill you just for fun
