I said knock knock, let the devil in Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one It-it's evident I'm not done V-Venomous, the thoughts spun Like a web and you just caught in 'em Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap Beat strangler attack So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin' Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi) Translation, I will probably kill us both When I end up backin' into ya You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya When you're bit with the—