Pipes coming nitrous as I distance my lairnNo drunk bump's ragging can contain this affairnSee, I m sweating faster than the sky can absorbnMy eyes are bugging like a cesspool frognCrank it upnnCrank it upnCrank it upnnLunch don't appeal once I m feeling the flownI ain't in the mood to break and spark up a bowlnThe sun rakes the blacktop till she wriggles and smokesnIf I don t stop soon, gonna burn my nosenTime's flying by as I reel in the milesnMy front end's shakings put my speedo on trialnMy pulse keeps a knocking past the redline zonenThis white knuckle day's done rattled my bonesnnCrank it upnCrank it up