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On The Run

As I sit parked in the parking lot of a Dennyís in my black Cadillac I look in my rear view mirror as I adjust my short blonde wig while looking at it the color makes me sick, but I got to suck it up in order to blend in.
Even though itís been three years since anyoneís found me I refuse to get caught for what Iíve done. I sit and sigh and then apply some cherry red lipstick then gaze at my diamond engagement ring as I reminisce about the night I slaughtered my ex Ďcause he couldnít keep his dick in his pants I wish I could say that was the end for me, but it seems like no matter where I go I see the same type of hoes.
There ainít no man on this earth I can be monogamous with he donít exist.
As I light my cigarette I shed a tear while remembering the face of my dead ex as I pictured him getting sex from some skank ass bitch once I pulled that trigger on that two timing mother fucker.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run,
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.

After finishing my cigarette I get out the car wearing black sunglasses as I walk into the dinner and sit down for a drink.
Feels so nice and peaceful I think I should write my mother and father right now that Iím here and let them know Iím safe. I sometimes feel like such a sinner for everything Iíve done, but at the same time I donít regret killing that mother fucker; he deserved it and Iíll never ever take it back.Stabbed in the back by the one I loved and he didnít even bother to cover it up.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run,
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run,
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.

Gotta hurry soon and finish my tea before anyone recognizes itís me.
All I need is some snitch seeing me and calling the cops on me, itís bad enough earlier I had to kill a bitch for tryiní to rat on me.
It ainít my fault, she had it coming!
the bitch was about speak on the phone till I slit her throat and stuffed her body in the trunk of my car.
I swear bitches like that arenít the brightest are they?
Speaking of which I need to hide Ďcause a cop just walked in and is talking to one of the waitresses and giving her a picture of me and asking her about me.
Shit! I really need to leave!
Fuck! They saw me!
As I pull out my gun and shoot at the cop then grab a waitress and point my gun at her temple and yell ď Iím taking this bitch with me and if anybody tries to come for me she dies!Ē.
So I drag that bitch out by her bleach blonde hair and stuff her in the trunk and get the fuck out of there.
I dare a motherfucker to come and get me Ďcause if I go down we all fucking go down!

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.


Finally made my get away as drive into the middle of a desert and open the trunk and take the shovel thatís in the back seat and beat that bitches brains out till her eyes popped out of her skull.
This is for the big ass hole in my heart that no mother fucker could ever fulfill Ďcause Iím a fucking psychopath like Michael Meyers and I love it.
As I pour some gasoline all over the dead bodies in the trunk of my car I light up a cigarette and throw it on top of them and plan my next get away.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.

Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Run, run, run
Iím a criminal on the run
Wonít ever catch me,
Wonít ever kill me,
Iím a mother fucking criminal.
MsRockyJackson
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