Breaker for the Hyena Queen (Scuzzy's CB Pirate Cut)

“Breaker one-nine, this is the Scuzzbucket haulin’ ass through your wet dreams, boys. Comin’ in hot from mile marker never-you-fuckin-mind. Y’all still talkin’ about me like I ain’t listenin’.” [Verse 1] I was rippin’ past rigs in the Arkansas fog, Straddlin’ rusted steel and sin— Purple hair in the slipstream snarl, Denim flappin’ in the wind. Didn’t need no map or pants— I ride on claws and spite. Saw your jaw drop, Flatfuck Slim— Bet you tugged it all that night. “Yeah Slim, I saw you fumblin’ for your mic—right after you missed your exit.” [Verse 2] Desert Rose in Tucumcari— Pinball light and smoke— Had a lollipop just for style, And five dumb truckers broke. Ran the table, drained your taps, Blew a kiss, took what I damn-well pleased— And left you cryin’ over quarters While I peeled out with your keys. “You boys call it theft—I call it... compensation.” [Chorus] Breaker for the Hyena Queen— Torn-up vest and a growl between. I don’t wave, I don’t come clean— I just make your engines moan. I’m a road rash lay on a ghosted lane, Leather, spots, and a tangled mane— Once you’ve seen me You’ll go insane Tryin’ to take me home. “Don’t fuckin' flatter yourselves—Ain't a one of you could handle this ride.” [Verse 3] Spotted a shack near Lubbock way, With a Cadillac sittin’ still— Lit my smoke off a bolt from God And twitched there just for thrills. Some preacher barked damnation crap— So I kissed him hard with tongue. Flipped a coin and nipped him sweet I left that dick-head strung. “Somebody check on that holy man—he still babblin' that bullshit?” [Bridge] “Breaker one-nine, y’all drivin’ stick or just strokin’ it to my voice again?” “One hand on the wheel, one on your dick... hope your airbags got a sense of humor.” “Ten-four, ya troglodytes—I’m the reason you ran outta napkins halfway through Kansas.” [Final Chorus] Breaker for the Hyena Queen— I run on lust and nicotine. One eye mocking, One eye keen— And both will watch you jizz. From rig to rig, my tale gets bent, Of every buck you wish you spent— And that owl with shit not fit to print, Still screechin’ through the mist. “Keep on chasin’, fuckos—I love a man who’ll piss in a bottle just to stay close.” “This is the Scuzzbucket. Over and fuckin’ out.”