RACKSTARS

The wheel is in my hand
I want to understand
I found the holy land
So prepare to make a stand
They are so petulant
Their hands are wet with sin
They know they cannot win
So we might just come break in
They know their fate is lost
Their future is the cost
I'm a boulder free of moss
And I'm rolling down the bluffs, kid,
I made it to the track, skid
I made it to the track, skid

I broke into the NASCAR track now
And I jacked a fast car
Drive it fast far
Last call
Running over people at the motherfuckin' track meet
You shoulda brought a motherfuckin' vehicle

Skeet skeet skeet skeet
Skeet skeet
Skeet skeet
Skeet skeet

Skeet skeet
I'mma run your fuckin' aft off the motherfuckin' street

I'm running down the track like it's a motherfuckin' freeway
Don't cut me off when I am speedin' like a felonious demon
I'm mowing motherfuckers down, I'm racking up the stars
That's why I jacked a motherfuckin' NASCAR

Fast far
This car go
Fast far
It's a NASCAR
That's why I jacked a fuckin' fast car
A NASCAR
It go fast far
It's like a NASCAR
It go fast far



Credits
Writer(s): Gray "waveshiine"
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