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You drive like you're in a tank |
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And you're tanked |
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With the way you're changing lanes |
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No wonder you're banged up |
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Maybe you should hang up |
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Do what's right, do what's right, do what's right now |
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And pull it over to the right |
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You picked the wrong time to fuck with me |
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You roll like the road is yours |
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Uninsured, with those bent, expired plates |
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Putting makeup on |
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Inside the passing lane |
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Not that bright, not that bright, not that bright, clown |
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So pull it over to the right |
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I see your parking sticker |
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I see your visor Christ |
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But you don't understand |
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That the wheel in my hand |
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Can decide you, fucker |
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(breakdown) |
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You drive like you're in a tank |
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In the way and you're driving like a bitch |
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You little piece of shit |
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I'll put you in a ditch |
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Do what's right, do what's right, do what's right now |
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And pull it over to the right |
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You picked the wrong time to fuck with me |
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I see your parking sticker |
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I see your visor Christ |
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But you don't understand |
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That the wheel in my hand |
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Can decide you, fucker |
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I see your mouth running |
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I see your finger fly |
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But you don't understand |
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That the wheel in my hand |
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Can decide your fucking life |
