State Farm

High & dried, tyre rubber starts burning
 Fill her up now before the table starts turning
 Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
 Louie's got the gear
 And Charlie's got his back up
 And don't it make you feel good?
 Says she's a dirt box
 You're like a cannibal
 Somebody feeds her, sure ain't the State Farm
 Who buys the tickets and who buys the clothes
 Puts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her nose
 Move. That's right
 And don't it make you feel good?
 Don't mind me honey
 I'm just looking
 Smelt your chicken
 And I watched you cooking
 Souped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked up
 You're a bad stain
 And you need to be cleaned up
 And don't it make you feel good?
 And don't it make you feel good?