| 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. |