With an AK and some dirty guns Rusty knives and a no owned land Marching on, cops behind, lacking future; I don't give a fuck It's my job, why you cry? A way of life, to pay all the tax! I chase on the unlucky ones Pay the price to find your man Mercenary! Tracking your steps Nowhere left to hide Forget the ropes, you are already tied Riding out, on my bike, extra tunned, No one gets that fast I'm not good, neither bad, being amoral here is just a must I chase on the unlucky ones Pay the price to find your man Mercenary!