Texas In July - Page One lyrics

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 k**ed 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.