Running with a Gun - Slightly Stoopid/Kyle McDonald/Miles Doughty

His name is Johnny

He's got nothing to say

He's just a bad a** motha gettin' in your face

You better hang your head low low to the ground

'Cause we're droppin' mad tracks until were feelin' the sound

It's the rhymes and the rhythms that you're used to

But with the one-two beats you can dance to

And to the people everywhere in the streets

That are doin' time in the jail ain't whatcha wanna do

'Cause you're running with a gun

Running with a gun running running

Running with a gun

Running with a gun running running

Running with a gun

Running with a gun running

Running with a gun in his hand

All of a sudden I sad could you believe

All the corruption and the anger in a society

With the madness that is here within us all

All its armies and its leaders are startin' to fall

No you don't know no you don't know

What time it is

"Ten seconds flat" said "Is what it will take"

To make your move don't hesitate

With the eyes and the cameras

As that are watchin' around

The enemy is near and you're to be found

Dead or alive make no mistake

They're gonna blow your punk a** away

'Cause you're running with a gun

Running with a gun running running

Running with a gun

Running with a gun running running

Running with a gun

Running with a gun running

Running with a gun in his hand

You're running with a gun

Running with a gun running running

Running with a gun

Running with a gun running running

Running with a gun

Running with a gun running

Running with a gun in his hand