I'm going to hell tonight, but i could use a ride, its out by the airport where the planes fall from the sky
Our kids well destroy the world, if we don't beat them to it, so the race is on you little mother f*ckers
I can't hold my breath, were losing altitude, got our play stations from this new neato attitude
Where you can have your pride, and choke, choke on it too
Ill pawn the kids for furniture, while your out selling them running shoes
Whoa whoa oh oh (you can't scream in silence or youll die from no patience)