HAVE YOU GONE MAD? CUZ YOU'RE GONNA, DUDE THERE'S A TON OF THEM, AND ONLY ONE OF YOU YOU AIN'T GONNA CATCH A BREAK IN THE WASTELAND PETAL TO THE METAL, CUZ I HATE USING BRAKES MAN QUIT COMPLAINING BOUD YOUR FENDER BENDERS I WAS LEFT FOR DEAD, WITHOUT MY INTERCEPTOR YOU'LL REGRET MESSING WITH ME WHEN I GET TO WRECK YA SO YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR WRETCHED HENCHMENT TO PROTECT YA
TRYING FORGET THE PAST, AND THE LIFE I HAD MY WIFE AND SON ARE DEAD, NO DENYIN' THAT HAVE I GONE MAD? DO I WANNA CRY OR LAUGH I LOST MY MIND WITH TIME, SAY GOODBYE TO MAX I'M SURVIVIN' WITH VIOLENCE, NO PRIDE IN THAT SON IF YOU'R LOOKING FOR MERCY I'M NOT THE GUY TO ASK WHAT'S UP CHUMBASKET, YOU CAN RIDE IN BACK YOU BETTER GRAB ON TIGHT, I CAN DRIVE YOU MAD
ALL THAT'S LEFT TO HUMANKIND IS NOTHING BUT ITS SHELL AND IF THERE'S ONE THING THAT I'VE LEARNED WE ALL END UP IN HELL
BUCKLE UP AND HIT THE GAS KICK UP DUST AND KICK SOME ASS STEEL AND FIRE FLYIN' PAST WON'T TAKE US LONG TO DRIVE YOU MAD WAY OUT HERE WE DON'T SHAKE HANDS MAKE THE RULES OR TAKE DEMANDS YOU MIGHT THING THAT I'M INSANE YOU KNOW MY FACE, NOW SAY MY NAME
WARLORD SCROTUS, OPEN WIDE AND BLOW THIS I GOT A NEW WHIP, CALL IT THE MAGNUM OPUS WHEN I KILL YOU, IT'S A MATTER OF PRIDE I MEAN COME ON, YOU DON'T GO MESSIN' WITH A MAN AND HIS RIDE NOW WE HITTING THE ROAD, BUT CAN YOU HANDLE THE DRIVE? YOU'LL BE SWALLOWING SAND BY THE END OF THE RIDE YOU AND YOUR METH-FACE DEAD-WEIGHT EGG-HEAD BEDMATES ARE GONNA END UP DEAD AFTER THIS DEATH RACE
I'M MAKING MORE NOISE, THAN ALL YOUR WAR BOYS YOU WANNA PLAY A GAME OF CHICKEN THAT'S A POOR CHOISE I KEEP THE STREETS CLEAN LIKE A ROAD WARRIOR I DON'T EVEN NEED SPEED LIMITS, I'M IGNORING 'EM CRANK THE AC, IT'S GONNA BE AN AWFUL HOT ONE BLOW YOUR TOP OFF WITH MY SAWED OFF SHOTGUN SHOW ME WHERE YOU PUNKS BEEN STORING ALL YOUR GAS OH AND THANKS FOR THE WATER I'LL JUST POUR MYSELF A GLASS
DON'T BE SCARED, I'LL SAY I PRAYER IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT THROUGH GRAB THE WEEL, YOU KNOW THE DEAL VALHALLA WAITES FOR YOU
BUCKLE UP AND HIT THE GAS KICK UP DUST AND KICK SOME ASS STEEL AND FIRE FLYIN' PAST WON'T TAKE US LONG TO DRIVE YOU MAD WAY OUT HERE WE DON'T SHAKE HANDS MAKE THE RULES OR TAKE DEMANDS YOU MIGHT THING THAT I'M INSANE YOU KNOW MY FACE, NOW SAY MY NAME
I'LL CUT YOU OPEN, TOW YOUR BODY WHILE YOUR GUTS DRAG HANG YOU OUT TO DRY LIKE A SCUM-SUCKING BLOOD BAG YOU'LL BECOME A SAVAGE IF YOU WANNA RUN THE SHOW ARE YOU TOUGH ENOUGH TO TAKE A TUMBLE IN THE THUNDERDOME? IF YOU PUNKS GIVE ME TROUBLE THEN WE'RE GONNA HAVE A SMACKDOWN BACK DOWN, SCABROUS I'M TAKIN' OVER GASTOWN CRAZY LIKE A MAD-COW, YOU COULD SAY I'M MAXED OUT TIME TO HIT THE NITROUS, TRY NOT TO BLACK OUT
THE ROAD TO PARADISE IS PAVED WITH PAIN NO ONE WILL NOTICE WHEN YOU'RE LAID TO WASTE TURN BACK NOW AND YOU CAN SAFE SOME FACE
BUCKLE UP AND HIT THE GAS KICK UP DUST AND KICK SOME ASS STEEL AND FIRE FLYIN' PAST WON'T TAKE US LONG TO DRIVE YOU MAD WAY OUT HERE WE DON'T SHAKE HANDS MAKE THE RULES OR TAKE DEMANDS YOU MIGHT THING THAT I'M INSANE YOU KNOW MY FACE, NOW SAY MY NAME