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 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