(King K.O.N.G.)
As I walk down this highway
Jim Beam in my hand
Don't care if I get hit by a beamer or a mini van
Cause what you did to my heart
Yes this curse is much worse
Then I get flipped in the air
My luck it's a hearse
The first car flies under
A thought pops in my mind
When did it all go wrong?
When was the first time?
A few more cars pa** by
As I fly through the air
Falling from the sky
Into the next car I stare
There's a cop staring back now
But I can't see his eyes
He uses tinted gla**
To disguise all his lies
He doesn't hit the brakes
Instead he pumps the gas
I roll off the hood of his car
And break the front gla**
I get flung from the roof now
And dropped to the side
The cop pulls over
Throws me up against his ride
He said "what are you doing walking this highway at night?"
I turned to him and said "f** it"
(Door Slams)