Kyle Petty, Son Of Richard
Heat is rising, feeling high and I'm on my way
Tell me if you wanna take a hit right beside you
I came to fight so get out of my way
'Cause daddy told me don't you ever take no fucking shit
So get it right
I'm gonna get to you
Laughing as I spit your way
Faster that a fucking flash of light
Stomach's burning alcohol, I must have burned a bottle full
And you ain't got a chance in hell tonight
So get it right
I'm gonna get you
A thousand miles of chicken wire, a foot of lead
Daddy didn't raise no fucking fools
Coming up on your right, coming up on your right
No one is going to fuck with me tonight
So get it right
I'm gonna get to you