I'm afraid you'll wreck this car
You're not even pressin' hard (ayy bro, hardcore Lambo)
Hopin' these brakes aren't cut
See the cops in my mirrors
This thing is a crazy car
Must be faster than the standard one
You're not lookin' like you wanna stop
Been smirkin' all this time as if it's leisure (want explanations, need explanations) (huh)

It's your own rig, your own custom killer of speed limits that you use, wait, there's no use
You're not some kinda racer like Fast and Furious, you're way too busy
You never get to zoom off to your doom, do grocery trips in seconds
But now you've got your rig that was dust collectin' on a big zip through the city
Causin' lost of damage, smashin' through things like an asshole with complete indiff'rence
To the things that your grill keeps on hittin' and hittin' and hittin' while you get pissy
As I point this out, as if I'm the prick, I'm pissed 'cause you say I'm "dissin'"
That logic is real batshit, I hope they catch you, you just brought along your own witness

I don't wanna be zippin' in your crazy, jacked-up car
Your warnin' 'bout it was subpar
Take a small trip with you?
I'm in but not one that's like this
'Cause I hate to be zippin' in your crazy, jacked-up car
Will lose my whole lunch in a minute and I won't be aimin' far
Go ahead, say it's disgustin' when it's all over you
You tricked me into this, you dick

And all that I get from you is a list
Of mods that you've made to your kit, I don't give a shit, you got that right
Not list'nin' now, know jack-all 'bout this one invention
See this look on my face? I have no int'rest in your dumb engine
Yeah, no shits given, can't you see that my jaw's open?
And not in happiness now, it's in fear for my life, I'm hopin'
That soon you will start slowin' but I'm thinkin' though I complain openly
You are still totally focused on what you're knowin' so it's not easy to notice
That I'm not crazy 'bout racin', you're crazy, feels like you hate me, you really hate me
Keep on explainin' the horsepower ratin', the one break I get is when you're complainin'
That I bitch way too much, I'm startled, you ain't seen nothin' yet, I promise
Once they've replaced this jaw since you're gonna wrap this car around a pole, I'll start talkin'

To all cops that might want it, screw your crazy, jacked-up car
Don't care that makin' it was hard
A big deal just for you
No shits given 'bout it, you prick
On me for repetition? You keep talkin' 'bout your car
And it's real fancy-ass transmission, whatever, I blanked on that part
It's been pretty hard to listen with the mad way you zoom
Past ev'ry red light, you're a dick

There's a lot of shit that's real wrong 'bout this
Like how I can't roll down the window to scream "This dick will make me die!
Someone shoot out the wheels right now!" Will end up killin'
Me 'cause of the intake of fumes a-sprayin' from your dumb engine (god)

Yeah, I hate your jacked-up car (souped-up engine)
Had a loathin' since I saw it, bud (since I saw it, bud)
You might think that look it's got now rocks
It doesn't, looks like shite, you overdid it
I don't like it, won't buy it
Get killed in a stupid-ass lookin' car with a big souped-up engine
Pile of crap, call me weak, way too fast, bud

Do you hate me? You know I, I bet my death was planned for in your dreams
Geez