Pipes comin nitrous as I distance my lair, No drunk bump s raggin can contain this affair. See, I m sweatin faster than the sky can absorb. My eyes are buggin like a cesspool frog. Crank it up!
Lunch don t appeal once I m feeling the flow I ain t in the mood to break and spark up a bowl. The sun rakes the blacktop till she wriggles and smokes -
If I don t stop soon, gonna burn my nose. Crank it up!
Time s flyin by as I reel in the miles, My front end s shakin s put my speedo on trial. My pulse keeps a knockin past the redline zone, This white knuckle day s done rattled my bones. Crank it up!