Now I'm on the run on the run from it all I'd rather be shot dead then locked up with the law I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin no place to hide and I gotta leave whole world behind me my dog and my double wide
You might call me pathatic you might say I've lost my mind sittin here in driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five but ya did me so wronge and I can't say I understand now I'm bout to blow ya brains out bitch into the arms if another man i cought ya creepin and now you gonnin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt now what the fuck was you thinkin do I look like a mothafucker you can cheat on you lookin like the kind of whore I can beat on but i never layed single hand nair hair on your hand I never touched a single strand wail and you know whats about to happen because the pistol did the slappin
Now I'm on the run on the run from it all I'd rather be shot dead then locked up with the law I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin no place to hide and I gotta leave 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 I'm sittin here thinkin where the fuck I'm goin to go burn the fuckin tailer to dirt and its off to Mexico
adis mothafuckas see you later when I kick in the door of a double wide tailer and i saw your fuckin tites steady bouncin like hydraulics and the next door neighbor had you folded like a wallet but I gotta really say I was kind of impressed the way your heels of you feet was drivin into your chest and I hate to interrupt wail he's givin it to you the last thing ever seen was his face in my boot
Now I'm on the run on the run from it all I'd rather be shot dead then locked up with the law I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin no place to hide and I gotta leave whole world behind me my dog and my double wide
They ain't never gonna catch me I won't eva do a lick of time I'll be on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine and while your laid out burnin lookin crispy like KFC do a little soul searchin mothafucka cause you never shoulda fucked with me
Now I'm on the run on the run from it all I'd rather be shot dead then locked up with the law I'm runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin no place to hide and I gotta leave whole world behind me my dog and my double wide
and I can't take mothin 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