Cain't Catch Me

(ooooh yeah bitch)

evil Murda all around me

crucify me in my crown-v

down town G

em all frowning

heard me comin but don't come without reason

holly bushes cutting n' pokin

I'm that all grey man made of fuckin tin

no I don't have skin

12 gauge in

made your bitch suck my cock

gave her shock

mental freeze

jaw is locked

all my guns are cocked

you and your boys about to get rocked

lucky if I might just miss a few shots

one bullets all I need

end your crew like swiss cheese

teach you a fuckin lesson not to fuck with me

call a baby sitter cause all I see is a bunch of fuckin things

numberin y'all from 2-to-3

 

 

you cant catch me

you cant catch me

you cant catch me you cant catch me,

you-you cant catch me

you wont catch me you cant catch me

I run free cause you cant catch me