Rats Ass

My eta says forty five but you don't know how fast I drive

Wind might give your face a bite, it moves my car from left to right

My sternum hits the steering wheel, got a tank of gas to steal

I don't do no traffic jams, i'll cut off your shit mini van

Going ninety on the road, twenty over way to slow

Don't got a baby in the back, nothing but a car jack

But even if a wheel would pop, nothing gonna make me stop

All I see are red lights but I don't give a rats ass

I cross the bridge it starts to rain, and my car hydroplanes

Swerving from the left to right and running over dudes on bikes

I hit a ramp to jump the train, forearms popping veins