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