Cruisin’ For a Contusion

Pull over, motherfucker!
I’m beyond irate!
You’ve been driving 25
And now I’m fuckin' late!
I punched my roof
Turned my fists black and blue
I bit my steering wheel
Till I broke a fuckin’ tooth

I just wanted to see
What this asshole looks like
He looks like an asshole
So I was fuckin' right!

Oh, you’re
Cruisin’ for a contusion!
Cruisin’ for a contusion!
Cruisin’ for a contusion!
Cruisin’ for a contusion!

I've been staring at the pile
Of disgusting Beanie Babies in your back window
Fantasizing 'bout tearin' them Beanie bitches to shreds
...You're fuckin' dead!
I walk up to your car
Chewing broken glass
I see your bitch is embarrassed;
I tell her to relax…
I just wanted to see
What this asshole looks like
Hе looks like an asshole
So I was fuckin' right!

Oh, you’re
Cruisin’ for a contusion!
Cruisin’ for a contusion!
Cruisin’ for a contusion!
Cruisin’ for a contusion!

Abracadabra! You wanna see a trick?
Your bitch is in my car, suckin’ thе mayor’s dick!