I hate speed limit keepers
I hate fast lane occupiers
I hate rush hour Ghandis
I hate those fucking sunday drivers
When you see me in your mirror and your on my
autobahn never dare to drive –5
Otherwise I send a missile to you so you better
do not drive –5
I got interceptor turbocharger
I got tyres shortly dipped in rubber
I got a steep camshaft
I got a freeway killing craft
The air is burning
The air is burning
Crutches
Idiots
Bastards
Bitches
I just want to step on the gas
Instead I am stuck on your ass
Crutches
Idiots
Bastards
Bitches
This is my adjudication
I bring you to condemnation
On street I have supremacy
On street you shouldn’t drive too lazy
The air is burning
The air is burning
You drive into your perdition
When you drive not fast enough
You drive into your perdition
When you drive not really tough
When you see me in your mirror and you’re
on my autobahn
Never drive -5

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