Run (2015)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Run, run, run Run, run, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from? [Verse 1: Bukshot] I'm still in the land of the Louisville Slugger Rumors haven't changed, I'm a bad motherfucker (yeah) I'm the one and only, you will never find another Steppin' through my city, rep it in my favorite color I'm a battleship! I can sink your fleet in many ways You might rattle shit! But you better not rattle my cage You can't fathom this! You can't read my mind or beat the stage I'm erratic and my work ethic is on another page Focus on my enemy, hope you is a friеnd of me If you rep the industry you must bе the enemy You might slip away from me but not without a penalty We got killers in Detroit, from Canada to Tennessee Welcome to the underground! You don't want no part in this this Mobstyle gladiator, haters call me Spartacus Time to bring the heat, my ammunition's always bottomless Bitch you better run if you don't want your children bobbin' this [Chorus] Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from? Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done (Come on) Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from? [Verse 2: Jelly Roll] Yeah I've been distributing hay stack in my city hoe (bitch) And I ain't talking 'bout my homie from them videos (what up) They told me run, said "I'm already rolling" (yep) I got that midget cheap, rest in peace Gary Coleman (get him) You put me on your album, that's a hell of a stamp (stamp) And I'm coming with that thunder like Kevin Durant (swish) From a place where them white boys is serving 'em O's Tatted up and got a mouth full of permanent gold (ha) Yeah I'm riding by myself with this nine on my seat Fresh tee with Lebron number nines on my feet (wooh) A bad bitch with me long hair with them open toes (sexy) She wanna saddle up, I took her to the rodeo (weehoo) The four-fifth got a nose like Pinocchio (come on) I ain't about to stop to my bank account, big as Oprah clothes (haha) M.O.B. style music, fucking with ya Buk (what up?) And I'm like vaseline, I got something in the cut (get 'em) [Chorus] Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from? Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done (Come on) Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from? [Verse 3: Violent J] I be the Duke of the Wicked, polluted is my inner-mind Feeding off of hater hate, it's always dinner time Look at me, six-hundred pounds enjoying a smorgasbord 'Cause I'm a legendary great, Gorgeous George Classic, heavy as a Chevy and tall Walk by, knock all the fucking shit off your walls And I'm from Detroit City, murder's as common as fucking Everybody, they do it all the time it ain't nothing They get inventive here and think of new ways to school ya They'll send your mother your head in a cooler (haha) And no I ain't just a rapper, I'm a neck-snapper (haha) A born scrub but a fine ass-slapper Juggalo dapper, a fucking ho capper (*gunshots*) A human sex trade kidnapper You need to flee the spot because we give a fuck not Big Jelly Roll, big Violent J and big Bukshot [Verse 4: Madchild] Aye, and don't forget Madchild, J, I'm here to hold it down (yep) Just like my brothers got me underground, kings of older sound with golden crowns (crowns) Never slowing down the coldest flow and how? Got fire in the belly of the beast so how we glowing now? Don't wait in lines, every club it's a clear entrance Hold them bars like I just got a ten-year sentence (damn) You can tell I'm demented, who gives a flying fuck (uhm) Spitting flames, I'm applying pressure like a firetruck Big white boys, but I ain't talking riot talk (nope) Bukshot, Jelly Roll and Violent J are giants, fuck (fuck) I'll rock a show, hit the hotel, relax time (ugh) Madchild, the Juggalette and our bags dime You better run motherfucker we don't back down (run) My boys are looking out for me like I'm a trap house (kicked in) We out here, ain't nothing to pull a scrap out (boom) Mobstyle, psychopaths and warriors, you'll black out [Chorus] Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from? Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Don't slip, don't fall, if you do, you're getting done (Come on) Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run Where the hell did these big old white boys come from?