Backseat Drivers - NFS

This is Grand Theft Auto but it's in real life
Using my shark card to commit real crimes
Tax fraud, robbery, assault and battery
Kill them with kindness, my guns are called flattery
My shits are splattery
My teeth, all cavities
My bars so cold, leave your teeth chattery
Like Buffalo Balls, the man of the west
I'm a soldier on my very own gamer conquest
I break a door open
Then I broke a grandmas walker
Walked into church and said "YO" at the alter

Aye bro you high?
Why we goin so fucking fast
We stop though?
Damn wow

I'm a smart fella, never a fart smeller
Breaking into rooms and disrespecting every elder
Ten percent water
Ninety percent hoes
Playing with a baby I don't give back their nose
She can't sniff any more
It is what it is
My world the wilderness
So I drink my piss
Like this, got to take a swig
Go into the urinal, aim and take a shit
Never ever wipe
Any time at night
I'm the human races downfall, the one and only plight
I'm a motherfucking menace
I push and shove children
I don't save the people
Who are stuck in burning buildings

It smells like you farted (Farted)
Harder (Harder)
A.P Honor Roll, all F's you retarded (Ohh)
A.P Honor Roll, all F's you retarded (Ohh)

Written by:
Garrett Atterberry, John Cheechov, Tayson Honer

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