John Smith - f**ing Gas Prices Are k**ing Me! lyrics

[Intro] [Taken from the motion picture Dazed And Confused] "Let me tell you what Melba Toast is packing right here alright. I've got four-eleven positrack out back. Seven-fifty double pumper. Edelbrock intake, bored over thirty, eleven to one pop up pistons. Turbo jet, three ninety horse power. We're talking some f**ing muscle." [Verse One] I posses a purple five liter Mustang Rolling down Portage Avenue and my system must bang When I see a beater with the rusted muffler Hanging out the back and sparking I'm cussing and barking and dusting 'em like crank shaft Then park it, marking my territory in front of Burger Factory With sh**ty techno Club Euro where MC Mario Maybe extend the mix, I extend a mitt to my boys We all rock shades on top our hats and think it's the sh** My flight jacket half unzipped and Marlborough lit In unison we grab our crotches then spit Then toss it's time to split in case anyone watches I'm keen on that lean an arm out the window and look mean posture That hypnotizes The ladies between 16 and 16 like Ravine That fight next to me unseen So I ain't giving no leeway Flee the cul de sac like a freeway Joyriding and not giving a f** like a kid with a Tonka truck And you're stuck if you feel there was pizza [?] I'm beside you On my cell live with Dick Rivers Laughing at your a** cause my ride is quicker All you be seeing is my Calvin pissing on Chevy sticker As I stick the middle digit out from within And throw my king size Breaking Burger wrapper at ya from out the window Nice f**ing car losers!