Monkey Behind the Wheel - Stuck Mojo

Fuck you drunk driver, hate you like MacGyver

Mission Impossible after 20 screwdrivers

I ask for your keys, and you said «oh, no nigga please

I can drive blindfolded steering with my knees.»

Oh really, your vision’s all blurry and that it’s clear you see a 12 man

Jury but if it was me I’d cut off your right arm

So you can’t drink and drive and cause no harm

Running niggas over like Death Race 2000

Innocent by standers you keep on housing and why the mothers

Still cry and tell me what you say each and every time

Sorry?

Well sorry’s not getting it

Gimmie your face and let me start hitting it

9 out of 10 the drunk drivers live

I have to say, «Oh lord please forgive.»

You ain’t nothing but a monkey behind the wheel

Fuck you drunk driver…

Monkey behind the wheel

Fuck you drunk driver…

Green light, yellow light, red light, go and you went but your fender got bent

You sent a little girl to her grave brave and bold

And her mom’s treasured her just like gold

Green arrow turns real narrow

Monkey boom bam, truck just slam

My man Spike was on his way to a Mojo jam!

We’re MADD, we’re SADD, we’re hurting real bad

We don’t want no more no more loved ones zipped up in body bags

Oh now you’re funny how you gonna get home?

How 'bout showing the motherfucker a damn phone

Get off my shit before you get abused!

Sorry, well sorry’s not getting it

Gimmie your face and let me start hitting it

9 out of 10 the drunk drivers live

I have to say, «Oh lord please forgive.»

You ain’t nothing but a monkey behind the wheel

Fuck you drunk driver…

Monkey behind the wheel

Fuck you drunk driver…

This is what a drunk driver gets

A stiff ass sentence that he sure won’t forget

Wake up in ICU wanting a cold brew he sees he can’t 'cause

He’s hooked up to some tubes…

Looking like shit, can’t remember what he hit

Oh it’s coming back and he’s feeling kinda sick

Over and over it plays in your head

Now you’re wishing that you were the one dead…

Instead it was the van, the one with the band

Forty feet of grass and then you crashed

No, you didn’t see 'em 'cause you were asleep at the wheel

Now it’s a curse the others rolled in a hearse

And it hurts and it’s getting kinda worse

But you freeze and you drop to your knees

'cause that’s the motherfucker you killed in your dreamsss…

You ain’t nothing but a monkey behind the wheel

Fuck you drunk driver…

Monkey behind the wheel

Fuck you drunk driver…