My left hand on my leather wheel
My right on a female neck
Doin her job
Ready to come
I feel alright at 200 miles ...
Sirens are howling, my b**h is screaming
Cops seem to want something
I'm over the limit
Slam on the brakes
I need to get out to breath the air
Hands on the hood of my Corvet
I feel at ease to regurgitate
You have the right to remain cool
Anything you say can and will be used
In magazines
If you can't
Afford a who*e, one will be provided for you
Ho Ho Ho Ho
Don't you know that rock stars never go to
Jail?
Ho Ho Ho Ho
Guilty for having too much fun
A sh**head dare to cross my path
To think I won't loose time to teach him math
Jacked closed
Stopping the pose
2 minutes and I'll be suave again
Punch him in his loser face
Send him far away in outer space
His f**ing head
Right down on the ground
The Cops are sounding the end of the round
With a gun aimed at me
I feel more secure to pee