Vehicular Manslaughter 1: The Black Hawk Patrol
My Jeep Cherokee
Is better than you'll ever see
Cause I know that you worship thee
And I know that you envy me
It's burning to the first degree
I'm talking bout my engine heat
I'm gonna need some antifreeze
Your tires can't compare to these!
Now hold up, ok, I'm gonna tell the truth
My car heater is as dead as babe ruth
But let me explain, why that is ok
Cause I got homeostasis, homie
I know you hate this
But face this, your mistake is
You can't take this
Mountain climbing, safely driving
I run over racists
Coles Ford Focus
He focuses on Ford
But maybe Cole, you should focus
On locking your doors
Cause I'll break into your car again
I'm wearing your dad's cardigan
But if you play your cards again
Then we'll listen to Garden Shed
By Tyler the Creator
Man, don't be such a hater
You gotta change up your behavior
I drive a horizontal elevator
Spencer with the Chevy
His gas prices are heavy
Take your hands off the wheel
That shit does not stay steady
But hey it goes pretty fast
Man you just drove past the women
Skrrt
Doing' 90 in a 25
He's grinning in prison
Man you
Thought you won the auto lotto
Chipping paint is what've got though
Check the engine, that's the motto
Chevy SS Silverado
Steven's staying mean
Undefeated without retreating
Beating his automobiles
'Fore the end of the season
Stick shifting n drifting
In the deserts we're winning
We stole his dad's truck
We don't give a fuck
Ok that's a flying fabrication
We asked to take it
Man we got charisma in abundance
He said yes with reluctance
We're taking trips to the Walmart so much like it's a brothel
On the way, lookin' out for 80,000 potholes
Steve and Cole, chillin' in the trunk, we're turning up the bass
Loud as fuck, hit a bump, find your ears in another place
When we park, Steve is swinging, guard your balls and guard your face
In the dark, Cole just found a roach, get ready for a chase
Me and Cole, arguing bout shit I can't remember
Spence and Steve, wrestling till one of them's dismembered, check it
It's a perpetual wrestle machine of blood vessels bursting on green
Grasses and glasses not seen scratching or catching some cracks
Shoutout to burnouts
In the Goodwill parking lot
Or at Fiesta Mall
We're gettin' barked at by the cops
Stop right there
The Black Hawk Patrol at the scene pulling up
With our broken down relic aged cash consuming garbage trucks
Is better than you'll ever see
Cause I know that you worship thee
And I know that you envy me
It's burning to the first degree
I'm talking bout my engine heat
I'm gonna need some antifreeze
Your tires can't compare to these!
Now hold up, ok, I'm gonna tell the truth
My car heater is as dead as babe ruth
But let me explain, why that is ok
Cause I got homeostasis, homie
I know you hate this
But face this, your mistake is
You can't take this
Mountain climbing, safely driving
I run over racists
Coles Ford Focus
He focuses on Ford
But maybe Cole, you should focus
On locking your doors
Cause I'll break into your car again
I'm wearing your dad's cardigan
But if you play your cards again
Then we'll listen to Garden Shed
By Tyler the Creator
Man, don't be such a hater
You gotta change up your behavior
I drive a horizontal elevator
Spencer with the Chevy
His gas prices are heavy
Take your hands off the wheel
That shit does not stay steady
But hey it goes pretty fast
Man you just drove past the women
Skrrt
Doing' 90 in a 25
He's grinning in prison
Man you
Thought you won the auto lotto
Chipping paint is what've got though
Check the engine, that's the motto
Chevy SS Silverado
Steven's staying mean
Undefeated without retreating
Beating his automobiles
'Fore the end of the season
Stick shifting n drifting
In the deserts we're winning
We stole his dad's truck
We don't give a fuck
Ok that's a flying fabrication
We asked to take it
Man we got charisma in abundance
He said yes with reluctance
We're taking trips to the Walmart so much like it's a brothel
On the way, lookin' out for 80,000 potholes
Steve and Cole, chillin' in the trunk, we're turning up the bass
Loud as fuck, hit a bump, find your ears in another place
When we park, Steve is swinging, guard your balls and guard your face
In the dark, Cole just found a roach, get ready for a chase
Me and Cole, arguing bout shit I can't remember
Spence and Steve, wrestling till one of them's dismembered, check it
It's a perpetual wrestle machine of blood vessels bursting on green
Grasses and glasses not seen scratching or catching some cracks
Shoutout to burnouts
In the Goodwill parking lot
Or at Fiesta Mall
We're gettin' barked at by the cops
Stop right there
The Black Hawk Patrol at the scene pulling up
With our broken down relic aged cash consuming garbage trucks
Credits
Writer(s): Gryffin Macaulay
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