Exploited

You sick son of a bitch
You sick son of a bitch
You sick son of a bitch
You sick son of a bitch
You

I'll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a bitch
I'll keep fighting for my exploitation
I'm gonna do it alone
I'm gonna do it
I'll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a bitch

I know that's not what you wanted to hear
You hamster wheeling little motherfucker
You looked down on me
While we looked ahead
Can't you see that things are not alright
Things are not alright

You sick son of a bitch
You sick son of a bitch
I'll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a bitch
I'll keep fighting for my exploitation
I'm gonna do it alone
I'm gonna do it
I'll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a bitch

I hate when people step all over me
You greedy motherfuckers don't get another cent from me
I thought you might be the death of me
But a back door opened, now I'm feeling free

I'm off this fucking leash
Now you can't touch me
I'd like to go in peace
But you won't stop sucking my toes
I heard you lie
I watched your nose grow



Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Shears
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