Lyrics 750-Four -

750-Four

I met her at the cycle graveyard.
A little used, but what a find.
Plenty of parts to customize.
My asian bride of Frankenstien.
My baby cooks, yeah.
She’s burning rice.
Drop bars, rear sets, new pipes and jets.
She walks em all, laying waste.
While all the other suckers sweat.
Well I say.
Fuck you pig, I winding out.
I know what it’s all about.
Fuck you pig I got your doors.
On my 750−4
On my 750−4
On my 750−4.
Yeah!
Here comes the man with his sirens on.
He tried to stop me at the light.
I crossed my fingers through the red,
and left the man in blue behind.
And I say.
Fuck you pig, I winding out.
I know what it’s all about.
Fuck you pig, I got your doors.
On my 750−4
On my 750−4
On my 750−4.
Yeah!