RACKSTARS

The wheel is in my hand I want to understand I found the holy land So prepare to make a stand They are so petulant Their hands are wet with sin They know they cannot win So we might just come break in They know their fate is lost Their future is the cost I'm a boulder free of moss And I'm rolling down the bluffs, kid, I made it to the track, skid I made it to the track, skid I broke into the NASCAR track now And I jacked a fast car Drive it fast far Last call Running over people at the motherfuckin' track meet You shoulda brought a motherfuckin' vehicle Skeet skeet skeet skeet Skeet skeet Skeet skeet Skeet skeet Skeet skeet I'mma run your fuckin' aft off the motherfuckin' street I'm running down the track like it's a motherfuckin' freeway Don't cut me off when I am speedin' like a felonious demon I'm mowing motherfuckers down, I'm racking up the stars That's why I jacked a motherfuckin' NASCAR Fast far This car go Fast far It's a NASCAR That's why I jacked a fuckin' fast car A NASCAR It go fast far It's like a NASCAR It go fast far