The Runaway Plan B (UK)

[Verse 1]
This story's dark like the place where this story starts
Full of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts
Drugged-up girls dressed up like naughty tarts
Performing sex, and perverted forms of art
And anybody with a fantasy that needs fulfilling
Even the filth, cops that lock up man for stealing
For Quent, there bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
Sadomasochists, who need to quench their thirst for beatings
Anything goes when you've got the riches
But only the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches
Her name's Katya, yours to do what you wish with
If you're into chicks that wake up with morning sickness
And have to make their way past people fucking
Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin
Spent a day getting touched up and butt-fucking
Wishing she'd wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in
But she weren't waking up from nothing, this was her reality
Place where dreams come true for those who lack morality
She had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity
Cause the only difference between this place and hell was gravity

[Hook]
You want the business? (runaway, runaway)
Want the money man?
You want the business?
You want the business, the business, the money man?
You want the business? (runaway, runaway)
Want the money man?
You want the business?
You want the business, the business, the money man?