Vroom

Stepping on the pedal, device-ive - I've got the temper to prove it
So don't go in or catch the winds of horns when it's tooting
Because I'll yell and throw punches and hope no airbags erupting
Fore you go speeding off and I'm left straight fronted on
Tail your gate in a bitch way, from the side two back that way
I can see where you're going and plot destructive unknown ways
Hit you in the side with a surprise T-bone
When I'm going in gonna win and you're going home
Broke bitch or a hit and run, yeah you're getting pwned
Till my insurance is notified of disturbance
Then I'll be wishing I'm swerving back into traffic emerging
And purging world of a moron deserving of worse fate
Desecrate land I hate with click bait. Works great you ingrates
Save face when I create, but no debate
I've been shitting all over your mental state mates
RUN IT BACK!

Cruising down the six when I'm flipped off by some casual
Gradually my anger builds - foot to the pedal gassing fool
Laugh at the tool when I'm smashing brains to the pavement
Arraignment for little gesture of hate and no one should blame me
Cuz lately - purging my life of all this evil and hatred
Just propensiating bits of it I'm truly a savior,
Chartered laser and scar, yeah you know I'm bizarre
Fucked in head like my noggin's been melted by all the acid I've taken

Dazed and confused, but I'm pushing the pedal and swerving
Acting deserving of all attention I'm pulling by learning
Breaking the law is just the start of pursuit,
So I'm kicking back chilling until I'm hearing that - VROOM



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Writer(s): Graydon Wasil
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