(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)