[Verse 1]
Alright boy, I'm gonna get us outta this
They're surrounding us but if we could just get this truck up from out the ditch, n' up onto the asphalt n' past all these assholes, over the median turn this truck around n' split
Then that would be our game plan

So I slammed the transmission into reverse and with the same hand, flipped the cops the middle finger
Take that n' stick it up your assholes, then I leaned back

And as I stepped on the gas the tires fought for traction as the cops started shooting and screamed "Zack, step out of the vehicle"
That's when I hit the median, spun the truck around put it in drive and screeched past 'em

[Verse 2]
I'm revved up to 190
Cops behind me
Trying to get me off the road
Quote "trying"
I'm riding the centre line, cops flashing there high beams trying to blind me while driving at high speeds

I need to get off of the interstate, there must be at least 15 cop cars involved now in this chase, oh fuck, hit the brakes, road block, up the street, construction site on my right, sharp turn, hit the gates

[Verse 3]
That should buy me a few minutes
This trucks falling apart and I still got a dead dude it in
Wait, dead dude in it?
What did he use to kill him?
Maybe there's a gun in here somewhere n' I could sure use it, quick
I pulled over behind some scaffolding, and started scavenging frantically, throughout the glove box then I reached up under the seat and what do I find? A Mac-15

Jackpot
*muffled screams*

Fuck

[Verse 4]
I thought that kid was dead in the back of the truck, so I check the mag, n' I got a few bullets, it looks like I'm going to have to go back there and silence him up
I step out the vehicle n' walk around back, lift up the truck cover and looking right at me is a kid maybe 16 or 17, muzzled and gagged, pleading to me for help him and that's...
When they surrounded me...