Commodore

Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush hour traffic,
Ain't got no hood ornament, I got an ******* magnet,
And it attracts every half ass and dead beat,
Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they back seat,
And who is this tryin' to commit suicide,
You a grown ass man and you ridin' a f**kin' bike at night,
With dark clothes like you got a death wish,
Get your punk ass on the sidewalk punk b***h,
And this mother f**ker crossing the street is takin' forever,
Like he tryin to figure out which side of the street he likes better,
Better pick fast if I press the gas,
And plus I'm goin' so fast
that Imma swerve and clip his ass,
And this cop is in my rearview pullin' me over,
And if I roll the window down he gonna smell the aroma,
He's out there reachin' for his gun,
I put my hands on the hood,
Anyway you paint it,
The situation is no good.

Madrox - Freak Out