Stuffed in a car with a shirt in my mouth, taste ain't sweet
I can't rend, I can't rend the ropes holdin' my feet
What's my crime? Well, I'd shrug, but both my arms are restrained
But I'd guess that my "friend" doesn't want me to speak up
Me to speak up, me to speak up, me to speak up

Must be more, but I can't read into what he told me
Cause each bend makes my head hit the boot's interior
Interior, interior, interior

Yes, I said boot, don't call it the trunk
Cause it's not called the trunk
Don't care what my friend does

Hold up, I just solved what
Made my old bud have me holed up (this is so not cool, bud)

Sure, I said I won't call it the trunk
No, I won't say "the trunk"
Don't impose your terms, bud
It's the boot, not the trunk
Let me out of here, bud

This is real dumb
You're a real dunce