I'm a Moparman who know how to set the score.
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I push that fucking pedal through the floor.
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All is setup for your loss, I control what's really boss.
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I can't go back to what I was before.
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I give you hell, you know that class will tell,
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I'm on a winning spree, don't pick on me.
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I got the thousand yard stare.
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Full frontal racing head, a Dodge bro born and bred.
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Shot from the barrell of a gun, the blood is pumping in ya.
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I'm a Leadfoot Ninja.
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I'm a fearfree legend on a chain.
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Got a gas control defect in the brain.
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Aching to get out and go, nervous when it goes too slow.
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You can lift my ballsack with a crane.
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I give you hell, you know that class will tell,
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I'm on a winning spree, don't pick on me.
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I got the thousand yard stare.
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Full frontal racing head, a Dodge bro born and bred.
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Shot from the barrell of a gun, the blood is pumping in ya.
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I'm a Leadfoot Ninja.
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Well sorry, I gotta go.
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Ain't got no time, no time to move so slow. No no.
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First verse again.
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Chorus
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Leadfoot Ninja
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