On The Run

I wake up in the mornin with cheese and vodca im not speekin propa but

you know what i mean it was tragic i was scared i bared. So i ran away los ang-

eles to calafornia not very fun but im on the run on the run the sun came up

today in New York city rats and cats all over the place its a big discrace not

happy its ratty im scared discouraged turned away look back i cant lack this

sack to turn to dust then rust we die we fight BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! heaven cant

take it sit right there cant kill cant die Survive only matters its killin me oh god

its its NO RELAX oh shit grab the ritz its not funny look a bunny its sunny outside

i cant survive so die i survive die i survive O.J KILLA