Exploited lyrics

You sick son of a b*tch
Sick son if a b*tch
You sick son of a b*tch
Sick son of a b*tch
You-

I’ll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a b*tch
I’ll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a b*tch
I’m gonna do it alone
I’m gonna do it
I’ll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a b*tch

I know that’s not what you wanted to hear
You hamster wheeling little motherf*cker
You looked down on thee
While we looked ahead
Can’t you see that things are not alright
Things are not alright

You sick son of a b*tch
You sick son of a b*tch
I’ll keep fighting for my exploitation
You sick son of a b*tch
Ill 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 b*tch
I hate when people step all over me
You greedy motherf*ckers don’t get another cent from me
Thought you might be the death of me
But a back door opened now I'm feelin' free

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