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' [Hook - 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... [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 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? [Hook]