This is a song about "Running away tog"

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

(2x speed fast) numbing humming, plumbing, punning, running,

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

But he don't rule a thing

From ireland but i'll land, running

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Them hoes be smelling that dick from so far away, they be running

Wait, now it's about eight something

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.