I'm a Moparman who know how to set the score. 

I push that fucking pedal through the floor. 

All is setup for your loss, I control what's really boss. 

I can't go back to what I was before. 



I give you hell, you know that class will tell, 

I'm on a winning spree, don't  pick on me. 

I got the thousand yard stare. 

Full frontal racing head, a Dodge bro born and bred. 

Shot from the barrell of a gun, the blood is pumping in ya. 

I'm a Leadfoot Ninja. 



I'm a fearfree legend on a chain. 

Got a gas control defect in the brain. 

Aching to get out and go, nervous when it goes too slow. 

You can lift my ballsack with a crane. 



I give you hell, you know that class will tell, 

I'm on a winning spree, don't  pick on me. 

I got the thousand yard stare. 

Full frontal racing head, a Dodge bro born and bred. 

Shot from the barrell of a gun, the blood is pumping in ya. 

I'm a Leadfoot Ninja. 



Well sorry, I gotta go. 

Ain't got no time, no time to move so slow. No no. 



First verse again. 



Chorus