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High dried, tyre rubber starts burning
Fill her up now before the table starts turning
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Louies got the gear
And Charlies got his back up
And dont it make you feel good?
Says shes a dirt box
Youre like a cannibal
Somebody feeds her, sure aint the State Farm
Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes
Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose
Move. Thats right
And dont it make you feel good?
Dont mind me honey
Im just looking
Smelt your chicken
And I watched you cooking
Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
Youre a bad stain
And you need to be cleaned up
And dont it make you feel good?
And dont it make you feel good?