(feat. Violent J)
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Now Im on the run
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On the run from it all
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I'd rather be shot dead
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Then locked up with the law
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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No place to hide
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
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My dog and my double wide
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You might call me pathetic
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You might say that I've lost my mind
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Sittin here in the driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five
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But ya did me so wrong
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And I cant say I understand
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Now Im bout to blow ya brains out bitch into the arms of another man
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I cought you creep'n
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And now you goin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt
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What the fuck was you thinkin
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Do I look like the kind of mothafucker you can cheat on
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You lookin like a fuckin whore I can beat on
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But I ever touch
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Never layed a single hand
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Nair hair on your head
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Never touch a single strand
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While I sittin here knowin whats bout to happen
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There goin get me for domestic because the pistol did the slapin
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Now Im on the run
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On the run from it all
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I'd rather be shot dead
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Then locked up with the law
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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No place to hide
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
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My dog and my double wide
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Standin here in our bedroom
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With your body laid on the ground
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Two dead mothafuckas lookin silly with they blood sprayed all around
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And Im sittin here thinkin where the fuck am I goin to go
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Burn the whole mothafuckin trailer to the dirt
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And its off to Mexico
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AdiAˇĚs mothafuckas see you later
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When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer
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And I saw your fuckin titties steady bouncin like Hydraulics
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And the next door neighbor had you fold like a wallet
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And I got to really say I was kind of impressed
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The way your heals of your feet was drivin into your chest
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And I hate to interrupt while he's givin it to you
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The last thing you saw was his face in my boot
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Now Im on the run
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On the run from it all
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I'd rather be shot dead
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Then locked up with the law
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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No place to hide
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
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My dog and my double wide
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They aint neva gonna catch me
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I wont do a lick of time
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I'll ve on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine
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And while your laid out burnin
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Lookin crispy like some KFC
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Do a little soul searchin mothafucka cause never shoulda fucked with me
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Now Im on the run
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On the run from it all
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I'd rather be shot dead
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Then locked up with the law
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Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
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No place to hide
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And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
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My dog and my double wide
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And I cant take nothin
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Nothin at all
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Gotta leave my bucket my toaster and my saw
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Had a poster of Stone Cold
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Still up on the wall
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Had to leave town in a hurry
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Tell the police I said
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Fuck y'all
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Trailer Park Creepin'
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| Boondox |
