Survial Of The Fittest

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