Peace Up Your Ass

I made my name out dancing with cars
I got a hundred souvenirs and all of them scars
I lost two front teeth, one high, one low
I'll fill em both in from my back row

Fire trucks
Pick em ups
Booster club
Rough stuff, I'll walk right out of class
You want world peace?
Peace up your ass

My lips they drip with poetry
And my hips well-stocked with what you need
My jeans are pulled up snug against my cock
They grip real firm to help me walk

Smile tight
Moon's right
Hanging out with you tonight
I say it all with class
You want world peace?
Peace up your ass