Lyrics

[Verse 1] I met her at the cycle graveyard A little used, but what a find Plenty of parts to customise My asian bride of Frankenstein [Verse 2] My baby cooks, yeah. She's burning rice Drop bars, rear sets, new pipes and jets She want's some more, lay a waste While all the other cycles sweat [Chorus] When I say... Fuck you pig, I'm whiling out I know what it's all about Fuck you pig, I've got your doors In my 750-Four, my 750-Four, my 750-Four Yeah [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] And I said... Fuck you pig, I'm whiling out I know what it's all about Fuck you pig, I've got your doors In my 750-Four, my 750-Four, my 750-Four Yeah!