Bad Seed

(Listen, all you motherfuckers)

Your tongue's been running hot
Oh boy, did you get caught?
You took a swing and missed
Now you deserve this
You chose to be yourself
You coulda been anyone else
'Cause you're not good for my health
You're just no good and well, I

Find myself enamored by the way that you are so perfect
You can care about the way we move
Keep on talking, and I'll love you up the way that you love me
(Guess I better start running, and gunning, and running)

You keep tugging at my teeth
Like you're begging for the beast
Keep your motor mouth just running, and running, and running
'Cause the last man standing gets a fat lip
Dust my knuckles, keep a tight grip
I'll be there just running, and gunning, and running

(Running, and gunning, and running)
(Running, and gunning, and running)
Bitch!
(Running, and gunning, and running)

I keep myself to myself
You find your comfort in Hell
Now that's not good for your health
Now that's not good
You got your face all painted like a target
Yeah, we could use the practice
I'll be there just running, and gunning, and running

Yes, so you kill time, watching cult movies
And fishing in the Dead Sea
Something's gone wrong
You know the last man standing gets a fat lip
Dust my knuckles, keep a tight grip

I'll be there just running, and gunning, and running
(Running, and gunning, and running)
Running, and gunning, and running
Running, and gunning, and running

(Listen, all-, listen all you motherfuckers)

(Yo milkie!)
(Yeah?)

I'll be running and gunning
Make damn sure you see me coming
Oh hell, now I ain't a surgeon
But there's something in you missing
It's a hole I can piss in
I'm getting tired of forgiving
Let's use a scalpel to start, and a buzzsaw to finish

Spreading like a bad seed
They love me, then they hate me
Swinging at the paps, please
You can call me Britney
Nipples under crosses
Better cut your losses
Banging on my own drum
McClain, a machine gun

Bitch!
(Running, and gunning, and gunning)