Gun Runner

He cruses like a missile on turbo speed
Armed to the fucking teeth
With exploding knives and nail bombs
And tons of C4 with a short fuse
Looking straight at you and yours.
So don't be running like the lambs
Because light is faster than sound
And he's broken the limit
With razor bullets and gunpowder
Dusting your mind for fingerprints
To frame your ass for what he does.
Bomb like the fun runners
Boom, boom, burn.