Run lyrics

[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 mothaf*cker 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 f*ck about what sails
I give two tails on a donkey 'bout another rapper with so much money
I wanna see a mothaf*cka tie his shoes, b*tch, come out runnin'

[Hook: Yelawolf]
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run. run, run, run, run, run, run
I wanna see a mothaf*cka tie his shoes, b*tch, come out runnin'
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run. run, run, run, run, run, run
I wanna see a mothaf*cka tie his shoes, b*tch, come out runnin'

[Verse 2: Shawty Fatt]
Ain't got no cards in the game so I'mma write lines, hype lines
sh*t like this that make a b*tch 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 di*k
When I get sick, call the medics no it's copasetics
Let me grab that b*tch and watch me slide across this b*tch 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, n*gga, 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 c*cked at range
Hit the block, n*ggas and cops they lookin' like...
[Hook]

[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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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?

[Hook]