High & dried, tyre rubber starts burning
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Fill her up now before the table starts turning
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Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
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Louie's got the gear
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And Charlie's got his back up
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And don't it make you feel good?
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Says she's a dirt box
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You're like a cannibal
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Somebody feeds her, sure ain't the State Farm
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Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes
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Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose
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Move. That's right
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And don't it make you feel good?
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Don't mind me honey
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I'm just looking
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Smelt your chicken
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And I watched you cooking
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Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
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You're a bad stain
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And you need to be cleaned up
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And don't it make you feel good?
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And don't it make you feel good?
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State Farm
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