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Take a good look cuz soon I will be gone.
I'm off in the Charger, coming on like Genghis Khan.
This has got to be the toughest combination bar none.
I've got the Street Hemi power and it does the trick.
It's growling like a thorougbred when I shift and let it rip.
Cragar mags with Wide Boots tires, it's the killer grip.
You're since long left behind.
You're competing with a motormind.
The local hellcats getting taken by storm.
Jaws drop when my Mopar perform.
I got the goods that a leadfoot likes.
This is where the lightning strikes.
I drive a car that is mobile p*rn.
I'm the king of the dragsters, I'm natural born
Cover your ears cuz I'm about to hit Mach One.
It runs in the family I'm Don Garlits unknown son.
Pulverizing Chevys on my non-stop rebel run.
I got what it takes to show them the short way home.
They're dropping like flies at the strip, that's where I roam.
My wedge-head V8's tuned and I've spent no time on chrome.
You're since long left behind.
You're competing with a motormind.
The local hellcats getting taken by storm.
Jaws drop when my Mopar perform.
I got the goods that a leadfoot likes.
This is where the lightning strikes.
I drive a car that is mobile p*rn.
I'm the king of the dragsters, I'm natural born