Your rank, your crown I swear I won't bow down Your age, your wealth Nothing to impress Your rank, your crown I swear I won't bow down Your age, your wealth Nothing to impress me Your orders make me sick You have no power on me I'm not and won't be your bitch Question of self esteem Shut up and do your fucking job I'm about to break Shut up and get back in line I won't tolerate I won't be your bitch Sorry I don't do this Your kind make me sick Sorry you won't be missed Your rank, your crown I swear I won't bow down Your age, your wealth Nothing to impress Your name, your look Nothing that holds me Your orders make me sick You have no power on me I'm not and won't be your bitch Question of self esteem Our life, our pride We are the underdogs Our names, our wounds We're from the underground