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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