KEEP ON RUNNING

Alright! Let me break it down for a second . I reckon if it wasn't just

For the sake of the record then you'd be quite incredible

Willing to experiment, changing the elements

Maybe writing songs about chickens and elephants...

The chorus wouldn't even have to match what the verse is

You're the worsest singer on the planet.

But you don't give a damn because you're richer than I am

I got a mic and I named it Batman

Put a mask on it and I rap through it

When I get thirsty I drink fluid

And I don't even care if you don't like my songs

'Cause I'll be there in the crowd hearing 'em humming along . come on!

Chorus:

Keep on running as far as you can go

And yo . just in case you're wondering what the chorus has

Got to do with the rest of the song . absolutely nothing

But it's catchy sort of a like a hook that you hook to

Sort of like a hero that you kind of like took to.

Look up in the sky; you can see me fly by

But I remain the figure than remains unidentified

Land on the grass, spit in your eye

'Cause I'm just that type of guy!

I could murder a steak, finish off with a cake

Then wait around for my break however long it takes

I'm committed to hit it so you get down with it . I did it

Admit it you get it, now learn the words . repeat it .

Spit it out of your mouth. I got a brain that's portable

Your beats are cool but your voice ain't audible

I don't wanna be your friend or your foe

I don't want none of your pizza or your doe

I don't want none of your women or your fancy cars

I just wanna be the first to perform on Mars.

And did I ever mention the time when I was stuck for words

To finish the song so I finished it off with gibberish.

What does it matter when you just care what the chorus is?

Anyway nothing ventured nothing gained; that's all it is

You imitate the next big thing, whatever's in

"But they all fall down!" Know what I mean!

You're next, and you ain't even written a song yet

But you don't give a damn; you got a mansion and a jet

But I got an Atari that functions correctly

I'm a hit so hard so you'll never forget me

And I don't even care if you hate my guts

'Cause I'll be standing on the stage watching the crowd go nuts . come on!

Come on people, barbeque sauce