Текст песни JT Machinima - Drive You Mad

HAVE YOU GONE MAD? CUZ YOU'RE GONNA, DUDE
THERE'S A TON OF THEM, AND ONLY ONE OF YOU
YOU AIN'T GONNA CATCH A BREAK IN THE WASTELAND
PETAL TO THE METAL, CUZ I HATE USING BRAKES MAN
QUIT COMPLAINING BOUD YOUR FENDER BENDERS
I WAS LEFT FOR DEAD, WITHOUT MY INTERCEPTOR
YOU'LL REGRET MESSING WITH ME WHEN I GET TO WRECK YA
SO YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR WRETCHED HENCHMENT TO PROTECT YA

TRYING FORGET THE PAST, AND THE LIFE I HAD
MY WIFE AND SON ARE DEAD, NO DENYIN' THAT
HAVE I GONE MAD? DO I WANNA CRY OR LAUGH
I LOST MY MIND WITH TIME, SAY GOODBYE TO MAX
I'M SURVIVIN' WITH VIOLENCE, NO PRIDE IN THAT
SON IF YOU'R LOOKING FOR MERCY I'M NOT THE GUY TO ASK
WHAT'S UP CHUMBASKET, YOU CAN RIDE IN BACK
YOU BETTER GRAB ON TIGHT, I CAN DRIVE YOU MAD

ALL THAT'S LEFT TO HUMANKIND
IS NOTHING BUT ITS SHELL
AND IF THERE'S ONE THING THAT I'VE LEARNED
WE ALL END UP IN HELL

BUCKLE UP AND HIT THE GAS
KICK UP DUST AND KICK SOME ASS
STEEL AND FIRE FLYIN' PAST
WON'T TAKE US LONG TO DRIVE YOU MAD
WAY OUT HERE WE DON'T SHAKE HANDS
MAKE THE RULES OR TAKE DEMANDS
YOU MIGHT THING THAT I'M INSANE
YOU KNOW MY FACE, NOW SAY MY NAME

WARLORD SCROTUS, OPEN WIDE AND BLOW THIS
I GOT A NEW WHIP, CALL IT THE MAGNUM OPUS
WHEN I KILL YOU, IT'S A MATTER OF PRIDE
I MEAN COME ON, YOU DON'T GO MESSIN'
WITH A MAN AND HIS RIDE
NOW WE HITTING THE ROAD,
BUT CAN YOU HANDLE THE DRIVE?
YOU'LL BE SWALLOWING SAND BY THE END OF THE RIDE
YOU AND YOUR METH-FACE DEAD-WEIGHT EGG-HEAD BEDMATES
ARE GONNA END UP DEAD AFTER THIS DEATH RACE

I'M MAKING MORE NOISE, THAN ALL YOUR WAR BOYS
YOU WANNA PLAY A GAME OF CHICKEN THAT'S A POOR CHOISE
I KEEP THE STREETS CLEAN LIKE A ROAD WARRIOR
I DON'T EVEN NEED SPEED LIMITS, I'M IGNORING 'EM
CRANK THE AC, IT'S GONNA BE AN AWFUL HOT ONE
BLOW YOUR TOP OFF WITH MY SAWED OFF SHOTGUN
SHOW ME WHERE YOU PUNKS BEEN STORING ALL YOUR GAS
OH AND THANKS FOR THE WATER I'LL JUST POUR MYSELF A GLASS

DON'T BE SCARED, I'LL SAY I PRAYER
IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT THROUGH
GRAB THE WEEL, YOU KNOW THE DEAL
VALHALLA WAITES FOR YOU

BUCKLE UP AND HIT THE GAS
KICK UP DUST AND KICK SOME ASS
STEEL AND FIRE FLYIN' PAST
WON'T TAKE US LONG TO DRIVE YOU MAD
WAY OUT HERE WE DON'T SHAKE HANDS
MAKE THE RULES OR TAKE DEMANDS
YOU MIGHT THING THAT I'M INSANE
YOU KNOW MY FACE, NOW SAY MY NAME

I'LL CUT YOU OPEN, TOW YOUR BODY WHILE YOUR GUTS DRAG
HANG YOU OUT TO DRY LIKE A SCUM-SUCKING BLOOD BAG
YOU'LL BECOME A SAVAGE IF YOU WANNA RUN THE SHOW
ARE YOU TOUGH ENOUGH TO
TAKE A TUMBLE IN THE THUNDERDOME?
IF YOU PUNKS GIVE ME TROUBLE
THEN WE'RE GONNA HAVE A SMACKDOWN
BACK DOWN, SCABROUS I'M TAKIN' OVER GASTOWN
CRAZY LIKE A MAD-COW, YOU COULD SAY I'M MAXED OUT
TIME TO HIT THE NITROUS, TRY NOT TO BLACK OUT

THE ROAD TO PARADISE IS PAVED WITH PAIN
NO ONE WILL NOTICE WHEN YOU'RE LAID TO WASTE
TURN BACK NOW AND YOU CAN SAFE SOME FACE

BUCKLE UP AND HIT THE GAS
KICK UP DUST AND KICK SOME ASS
STEEL AND FIRE FLYIN' PAST
WON'T TAKE US LONG TO DRIVE YOU MAD
WAY OUT HERE WE DON'T SHAKE HANDS
MAKE THE RULES OR TAKE DEMANDS
YOU MIGHT THING THAT I'M INSANE
YOU KNOW MY FACE, NOW SAY MY NAME