High & dried, tyre rubber starts burning Fill her up now before the table starts turning Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up Louie's got the gear And Charlie's got his back up And don't it make you feel good?
Says she's a dirt box You're like a cannibal Somebody feeds her, sure ain't the State Farm Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose Move. That's right And don't it make you feel good?
Don't mind me honey I'm just looking Smelt your chicken And I watched you cooking Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up You're a bad stain And you need to be cleaned up
And don't it make you feel good? And don't it make you feel good?
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