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High & dried, tire rubber starts burningFill her up now before the table starts turningSouped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked upLouie's got the gearAnd Charlie's got his back upAnd don't it make you feel good? Says she's a dirt boxYou're like a cannibalSomebody feeds her, sure ain't the State FarmWho buys the tickets and who buys the clothesPuts the liquor in her stomach and the powder up her noseMove. That's rightAnd don't it make you feel good? Don't mind me honeyI'm just lookingSmelt your chickenAnd I watched you cookingSouped up, jacked up, cracked up, stacked upYou're a bad stainAnd you need to be cleaned up And don't it make you feel good?And don't it make you feel good? From Letras Mania