He just wanted us to call him Captain Da.
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He said you can call me Da-da, whatever that meant.
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Out of gas, still burning.
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Hey there... who me? Just your friendly neighbourhood speed demon.
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I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car
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'Til there ain't no cars left
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Enough cars go by with enough dust flying around
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To make you cry back down and choke half-near to death
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I'm up here on your left.
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Sorry about that.
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See like you I push the bucket
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I like to burn big
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Like you I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live
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So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you
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I'm flying like Knight Rider they're trying to keep up
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With their grandma outside on the sidewalk, size
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Maybe their steel belted radials expired
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Maybe they're tired
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Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired
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Or something
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Fucking asshole! - My bad.
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Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road?
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See, when the whole things slows down
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You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you your scene
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With the chance to take it... now!
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Damn what the fuck're you doing motherfuckin' asshole! - Sorry!
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Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - hey I got yours right here buddy!
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Bite me!
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Dude, what the fuck is your problem!
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(Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then!
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Move! I'll...catch ya on the rebound!
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Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing!
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So much hostility...
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Y'all just keep checking your rear windows
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Maybe you'll catch me passing...
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Mashed.
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Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off
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Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off
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Cut-cut-cut-cu
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Mashin' On The Motorway
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Dj Shadow |