Kiss My Ass USX

All you mega carriers Can suck my dick! My names Nick and I'm back in a rig! Where they value my trips! They ain't on that bullshit! I keep the pedal down And I let her rip! 75 on the dometer Not 68 bitch! They trust my skills, I'm the captain of this ship! They ain't docking points against me Like some USX piece of shit! Everytime I beep the distance blip Just because some stupid bitch Cuts me off like she got no sense. All you terminating sons of bitches, Letting go of real drivers While keeping some non English speaking Towel heads wearing flippers With them dirty long toe nails Cause they ain't got no clippers They be ripping trailer doors off While backing into docks At the shippers. But a real driver like me, Is too good for you low quality hiring pickers That's ok, cause I'm valued higher than your grand daddy's safe of silver. Out West, wear the freight ships quicker Than your donated liver. I be blowing past your shitty red freightliners Like they sitting ducks in a river. My pay checks be so cold, They make your low income usx drivers shiver! Ice on my wrist, Brand new pickup! Clothes so crisp, Erbody wants a picksha Here a bitch, there's a bitch Everywhere I go, I pick a bitch up! If you see me on these highways bitch, Don't forget to witness my middle finger! I drop more loads per wk with this rig, Than a stack of blocks dropping from a game of Jinga! 3,000 miles plus every 6 days, Cha, Cha, cha Chinga! No lazy Kroger managers, Holding me up Outside their roll up door buzzing their ringers. I'm in and out these shippers Quicker than a box of rubbers between some swingers Iowa to New York, PA, to Minnesota! Medical supplies to Cardinal Health Corp, Liquor to the west so they can spike their Sodas. BOL's so thick, I gotta bring several folders. By the time I drop this load, I gotta head on out to Boulder. USX is too petty to be a chip on my shoulder This new fleet, who couldn't wait to get me in the seat, Already knows I'm a real life, Highway cowboy soldier! Parked up by 5, Back behind wheel by 3 with my hot cup of Folgers. All you got at USX Is a bunch of flip flop wearing, wanna be truck driver posers. They always on the front news poster, Cause they always drive like you ain't supposed ta! I bet USX insurance rates are the moasta Highest rates in the entire East Coast bra! But I'll keep that on the low, Like La Costa Nostra! But for those who wanna know, it's not worth being in the know to even knows yas. Anybody who praises USX, is wearing glasses colored roses! Won't take long before they smell the shit with there very own noses. I done left that place and became the captain of a new ship, just like Moses. USX is gonna drown themselves in the flood of unqualified, steering wheel holders. Meanwhile me n my flock of real mf Gs, Is out here turning shipments into big check figures with lots, and lots of O's yes! I'm so glad I chose to ghost yas. Deuce Deuces, adioses! Tell your drivers to stay that granny lane, Cause Nick at night ain't got time for that slow, 68 playing game. Y'all so fucking lame. Stay TF up out my lane. Cause my engine stays speeding passed your trucks faster than a tweaker on Cocaine! You might catch me in this all black Volvo, Bumping NWA as I claim the fastest lane down the interstate. Watch n learn, how us real truckers navigate through these states with no speed limiter gates. Only time we slowing down is when traffic forces us to get on these Jane brakes. But y'all USX flip floppers, ain't got what it takes! So keep shaking that freight in your shitty freight shake, Freightliner, you cupcakes!