I’ve got gallons of gasoline
Chasing down on highway 17
I’ve got nowhere to go
And I got to get there before they start the show
I’ve got cops on my heels
Smokin barrels and spinnin wheels
They never catch me, cause I’m on the run
Got a bag full of green and a big fuckin gun
Catch me, if u can
I’m the runner, I’m the man
When I reach the end of my road… I’ll be
Leaking blood from smoking holes
But I will choose my time and my place
To hit the dirt with a grin on my face
So when they come I will be there
Dressed to kill, I feel no fear
With loaded clips, I cock my gun
A Mother 45 with a whole lot of fun
Catch me, if u can
I’m the runner, I’m the man
Gun’s are --- blazing
Bodies --- piling
Bullets are--- screaming
But I’m still --- standing