you're going to run to? Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to? Where you're going to run? Tell me where you're going to run to? Run, tell me
where you're going to run to? Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to? Where you're going to run? Tell me where you're going to run to? Run, tell
of demons that'll leave the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away
definitely ready to spread them hips, psst ohh Shit stink you seen me in the lex so sick with the beat dude Talk shit and quick with the heat too John
I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes,
his eyes like a strobe light I pulled the trigger momma Tryna be hard, I aint mean to kill the n-gga momma But what's done is done I'm on the run, I live
, yeah When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns
if you're too slow I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang The Four Horsemen
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail A drip, a drop, the end of the tale A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light The sound of a shot in the dead of the night A mile
He could run the main street ? mile in under 10 flat 'Cause he's the king of the road out here He's won four big Ford's and an old John Deer He won the
you see But she looked three times or so it would seem The rain started up it began to teem And she was getting drenched She started to run but he caught
and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away, I hope
my John Deer tractor) Plowboy baby (Redman pouch full of chewin' tobaccer) Plowboy baby (Sleepin' at night 'cause I work all day) Plowboy baby (You can smell my pigs from a mile
old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past her My mind got me murderous like John
shoot myself like Kurt Cobain did (I think my dad has a gun) (MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees) I'm MC Knows Too Many Facts About Bees Fifty miles
of livin' you're concerned with You can leave us alone We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere Way out here We got a fightin' side a mile
got played out real quick See some wrote him off, some said he was done Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back
