(Listen all you mother fuckers) Your tongue's been running hot Oh boy did you get caught You took a swing and missed Now you deserve this You chose to be yourself You coulda been anyone else 'Cause you're not good for my health 'Cause you're no good and well, I Find myself enamoured by the way That you are so perfect You can care about the way we move Keep on talking and I'll love you up the way that you love me Guess I better start running & gunning & running You keep tugging at my teeth Like you're begging for the beast Keep your motor mouth Just running & running & running 'Cause the last man standing gets a fat lip Dust my knuckles keep a tight grip I'll be there just running and gunning and running (Running and gunning and running) (Running and gunning and running) Bitch! (Running and gunning and running) I keep myself to myself You find your comfort in hell Now that's not good for your health Now that's not good You got your face all painted like a target Yeah we could use the practice I'll be there just running and gunning and running Yeah so you kill time watching cult movies And fishing in the Dead Sea Something's gone wrong Y'know the last man standing gets a fat lip Dust my knuckles keep a tight grip I'll be there just running and gunning and running Running and gunning and running Running and gunning and running Running and gunning and running (Listen all you mother fuckers) (Yo milkie!) (Yeah?) I'll Be running and gunning Make damn sure you see me coming Oh hell Now I ain't a surgeon But there's something in you missing It's a hole I can piss in I'm getting tired of forgiving Let's use a scalpel to start and a buzzsaw to finish Spreading like a bad seed They love me then they hate me Swinging at the paps, please You can call me Britney Nipples under crosses Better cut your losses Banging on my own drum McClain, a machine gun Bitch! Running and gunning and gunning