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