(Intro)
Oh, my, gosh Becky look at her run,
She is so fast,
She looks like one of those track stars,
But who understands those track stars anyway,
I mean look her,
She just so, Fast.

(Main)
I like convicts and I cannot lie,
She a fast runner I can't deny,
When she sprinted past me,
I saw her run,
And boy was she hot!
I got hooked.

Onto convicts for life,
For me that's why I strive,
That orange suit is sexy,
The way they call a taxi,
Oh, TAXI!

They get pounced on by cops,
Then chained with some locks,
Some brothers try and help her,
But only get tazered,
A, SHOCK!

Oh, baby, baby,
I'll visit you someday,
Your number is easy to remember,
The number 666 is catchy.

The heck with padlocks,
They're rusty, and old,
Sombody will get techness.

Some brothers gonna sue,
Then I'll run wit you,
We'll sprint, dodge, and steal from department stores,

Some cops will try a chase,
We'll duck from that mase,
Double around,
And cross that border.

Off to Mexico,
Party with the burros,
Then down into Brazil,
No more cops in pursuit.