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