Lyrics In My Car - The Walking Talking Stephen Hawking

Sitting in my car, with my motor underneathe me
Pedal to the metal kick the fucker straight through
And it doesn't even matter that you're standing here in front of me
Cause the world is my oyster and I make the rules, when I'm

In my car

So you wanna cross the road?
Well, let me just run you over
I don't have an appointance to make or anything
I just don't wanna slow down

In my car

I'M THE KING IF THE FUCKING WORLD