I’m ready to hit the asphalt, I’m reversin’
out of my driveway and then ready to fly,
V-8, high hp/torque, ball-shifter-matters
Speedin’ down the Hwy… someone’s gonna die!!!

Playin’ 6-Cross and slight-lining off sides!!!

Got four Z-rated tires and disc brakes that don‘t fail,
110 mph? Well, that’s just a start
Motorways- I am the boss. . .a terror—
fast attack nightmare, drivers scared
For a thrill, driving skills: floored pedal fast
New Camaro’s like an arrow and seldom parked

Tears curves and hills apart. Motor’s burnin’ up!

Killer speed phase, untamed, of that I'm not ashamed,
whether speedin’ in broad daylight or in blackest dark
From a standing start these tires are smokin’
more horsepower, tach climbs higher
Adrenaline rush my heart beats harder
Must use the next turn-off, CHP radar marked!

Burnt orange, black-striped rocket curbed, cited and parked
600 dollar fine, yeah, I’m not that smart
Several points to add to my DMV score
Court raped up the ass—lucky me!—and now I’m poor
Fueled up, ready to unwind, drive time, engine roars
on Hwy 80, 6-lane heaven. . .back for more
Love my rear-wheel drive V-8. . .a speed-freak whore!

Call from Nationwide Insurance- rate has just soared!!!