[Verse]
Yeah I'm riding through the area
In a car that's made of fuckin'
Bird feathers and pleather seats
And I gotta meet the bitch
Who says she works
At the swap meet I think
Or so she said
I don't know
Where she lives
But I know that she's
Not alive
She's dead
And I killed her
In the car accident
Lookin' like a President
In a fuckin' chopper
I mean the Airplane
Force
One