Run

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

Conceptually I burn songs

Intellectually, the spirit of a runner; born to storm, born to swarm

Even with Wu-Tang's Raekwon, I shine with kings

Better put your Ray Bans on, if you open up my track I do my thing

And I do not mean to O-F-F-E-N to the D

But if I put a mothafucker down to the dirt with words, then probably it's he

With a thought like "he could be the degree of this master"

Smoke weed, pop P's but you need to be much faster

Really I'm a hellafide frickin' rhymer, your revolution will now be televised

Tell 'em how the devil tried but failed, Yeller rides beats and I never gave a fuck about what sails

I give two tails on a donkey 'bout another rapper with so much money

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run. run, run, run, run, run, run

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run. run, run, run, run, run, run

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'

[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]

Ain't got no cards in the game so I'mma write lines, hype lines

Shit like this that make a bitch wanna bite mines, bite mines

He out his rabid mind, reppin' mines, rapid fire spit

Fatt for sure it's fire on the mic grabbin' my dick

When I get sick, call the medics no it's copasetics

Let me grab that bitch and watch me slide across this bitch like Eddie

Cain, runnin' from that man, ain't no need of runnin', man

You want it with Bama, now we on your police scanners, man

We be that A, A with a elephant trunk, hang

You a chump, you gon' get chunks tore out your anus, man

Name of the game is pain, pain make 'em give up names

Who, what, what, there, where, bang, nigga, bang, bang

Bang for the same game, bangin' the same dame

I don't love a ho, but I gotta do her if you got that change

Got sick, hopped up out the Chevy and cocked at range

Hit the block, niggas and cops they lookin' like...

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run. run, run, run, run, run, run

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run. run, run, run, run, run, run

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, ho

Everybody wait, everybody stop, let me just catch my breath

Let me just get one belt, soon as I get one belt, I promise I'mma take one sip

And I'mma try to spit this clear, for real

See cause on the track a nigga is fast

But y'all fags is laggin', I turn around like haha, I hold my abs and laugh

I just do it like Nike, pimpin' you can check the tag

While you steady gaspin' for air

I'm runnin' laps on a nigga like this

When I run around a circle with a little bit of twist

And they be like "here we go, Bob we're havin' a difficult

Time understanding your syllables

So, please can you spit it slow, for all the folks that're really slow"

And man, I'm talkin' really slow, you feel me though?

[Chorus: Yelawolf]

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run. run, run, run, run, run, run

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'

Run, run, run, run, run, run

Run. run, run, run, run, run, run

I wanna see a mothafucka tie his shoes, bitch, come out runnin'