Lyrics:
Jenny's got a hybrid car
It goes seventy five miles per gallon
She's killa
In this house
Jenny in the hizouse
Jenny in the hizouse
Jenny in this
Wichita
The home of the heavy metal Continental
She was born to run on a Proud Highway
Now she goes long range on domestic green fuel
100 miles per
interior and big brown
baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down
mile per gallon,
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds
In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
And when Im done
And I know that by god
She's the size of a boat
And a weird brownish mauve
She gets 20 miles
Per gallon at best
She's not built for off-roading
But I'll
gratification
While Miles per gallons is the only acronym dismissed
Grab you by the talons, as I'm about to split your wig
Hop in the pit going degenerate
Hop in
to park it
The parking lot's full of cows with talons
Because everyone knows they get good miles per gallon
Nuclear cheese gets into your brain
Nuclear
Cut me the check
Cut me the check
You showed up to chat
You sent to my phone I won't even check
I don't even text
Nigga I'm taxing
Miles per gallon I'm
sight of kitchen
They always actin like I got no talents
Flow on for miles don't worry bout gallons
When I rap somehow the world now balanced
Got a grip
Yeah
Yeah I drink and drive
But a nigga still alive, Amen
I go a hundred miles per hour
Down the mu'fuckin' block
Only thing stop me is
Pulled up for some gas I had a heart attack woah
$4.50 A gallon hurt my body bad woah
Joe Biden sticker saying I did that nooo
Think I need a second
Passing the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite
Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals
Passing the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite
Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals
Two dollars shy of a five dollar bill
Last mile I pushed my truck uphill
About hurt me
I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it
Walked
need?
What you need? What you want?
Why you comin' for me?
Give anything for a gallon
Gas poured out for me
You need a place to run?
Well that makes
Coming like water gallons per minute all up in it
Down with it let me tell you what's a stake
Is it fate are you real are you fake
Heavy cube feet
Theoretical tools and technology measure something here
Original cubic spectre
A decimal Fahrenheit per mile suggests life
Vivid and bold trade below
Oooo
100 miles per
You said you're gonna be here in 10
Aight
I'll be ready by then
100 miles per hour
Oooo
Pushin a hundred miles per hour
Wishing
away
And they penned that report, "The Big Spill" on that day
It was hundreds of thousands of gallons galore
Stretching thirty-two miles down
tits for her
Down the whole gallon of Spades when I’m sick of sick of her
Dig in her guts then go right back to biggin her
Shawty she blowing my mind
collateral damage
My manager's quit, cause he can not manage
Feelin' FedEx, I gave her my package
Your music holdin' a gallon of baggae
I live my life like
Passing the limit of speed, rhymes per minute
Cerebral engine is infinite
Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance
The pressure on pedals
Japanese car
Stick shift sprint drift
Wheel worn soft by her fingertips
Matte black hatch back
Thirty one miles on a gallon of gas
Cheap Japanese car
Cheap
a .308 and a shotgun
And a gallon of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountainside
Where the bear and the deer reside
I'll spend my nights sittin' round
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