[Violent J] Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone,
you seen the magazine Where man kills wife and kids 'cos of a failed dream? I think it's hot and: thanx a lot! For the ten great shots of car crashes
necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah,
of the thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (Fuck you sick fuck) Thrill
Roof) Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin Brick city, stering wheel hurtin Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin Hasta manana, y'all crash
ain't my own The voices in my head just won't leave me alone Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels So
Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash
the necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah
: [Violent J] Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone
Weakening the thrills, less money to spend Someone had a car borrowed from a friend Memory distortion ten years on and back again Thrills a generation crash
she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills But what a thrill I got when I sat behind the wheel I opened
rid of the riddle Riddling my mind Fight againstmy fallin? below Drive straight Into everyone I can see And jam on it I?m coming through Tire?s smell Car crash