Tekster:
Running Wild Man In Black

the man in black, lackeys to the lord of lies Beware of the man in black Beware of the man in black Beware of the man in black Beware of the man in black

im gonna flip this script and own it,own it To all the haters, i made it and i'll be balling yeah i'll be balling , balling Yeah im the mother fucking man

The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian Which

Wild blackberries bloomin' in the thickest on the mountain Sheep shire and water cress are growin' round the fountain Where a big black bear is drinkin

ain't finsta be either or Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas don't keep score Let 'em know that this is grown man shit ya fucking

in a court they hang In a court for slang 25 years of my life never seen a light Was it worth that? Is you sure black? Did you look him in his eyes when you laid the man

I'm gonna live, and I live my way Watch me live tooth, fang, and claw Watch me live an extra day The red man he walked on a sacred hillside The black man

grown up life She was there just running on the beach A wild island baby A little bit out of reach With the crazy eyes and the coal black hair A look

But you can't quite turn away I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy But you can't quite turn away It's foul in the street, criminal in the street Little child running wild