This is a song about "I run them boys"

To meet run-d.m.c. and induct them

Made a million with the pen

And i know that you're open

That's all i have to say, i run

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

We them boys that glow without gold

Where i from, it get cold

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

You can run from them you can run with them