Survival Of The Fittest کے بول

Only the strong survive Living all these days for myself, not you Mind your own business I do what I do All of you who like to preach all day Now hear what I have to say The smell of leather makes me high I feel good inside when you cry nor remorse is felt when you sigh because skin keeps me warm and dry To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile as I drive down the street sitting in my car with plush leather seats survival of the fittest and that is the beat and I eat all of the meat Don't get me wrong I come from the streets I'll tell you now it's strong over weak You slow - you blow and you will meet your defeat Now you will understand You will understand now