People Are Running Lyrics & Chords By 1982

(Intro - Random Voice Clips)
Verse One
Night of the living dead,
I got my pen and my pad with me writin' down every word that people said,
I see some bitches head,
blown off her shoulders by a soldier with a toaster in his holster like BANG!
Then this little kid came, witta AK, and a bullet proof vest that smothered his little chest.
He just ran up on some chick.
Blew her brains out, with his fangs out
showin' like an animal and shit.
Bodies fallin' from the sky,
better get ya umbrella, go and put yo grandma in a bullet proof sweata'.
Yo gimme that cocaine! So I could sniff about 8 ki's,
that's 8 lbs. more than the human brain.
To the pearly gates mane! That's where I'm headed,
but is heaven ready for a revrend(?) that's killin' & sellin'?
Or is hell the epidemic I see when I close my lenses fuck pretendin' I'ma take you through my adventures like????? (incoherent)
Chorus
People are running
Where are they going?
(repeats x 4)
Verse Two
Fuck if you feel me!
I give a fuck about a killer 'cuz I kill any killer that wanna kill me!
My mind's filthy!
I ain't got it all upstairs (reference to Big L - Danger Zone)
but I got a couple bottles of Jim Beam.
My veins pump cognac until my bones crack,
gimme' that coke bag, I'm ready to toe tag.
Couple people on my list, can't wait to see 'em,
'cuz when I'm done wit' 'em trust me you wouldn't wanna be 'em.
It's like a death museum, come in my crib,
you see bullets and burners and bodies, babies with bibs.
Chronic bone crushers, Bohemian bricks,
brothaz who rob banks with burners bigger than big (Notorious B.I.G.)
Crazy ladies with razors and blades shavin' they wig,
Pigs slaughterin' pigs, killers slaughterin' kids.
Homie, pardon my wig, think I'm outta ma brain,
if you don't wanna be stayin' with Satan down in the flames THEN YOU BETTER STAY?? (incoherent)
Chorus
People are running
Where are they going?