[Verse 1: Nasal rapid-fire male MC, rapid-fire on every sixteenth] Lap one-ninety-seven and the spotter's in my ear Car twenty-two is coming in and every tenth is here Front tire changer, that's me, got a gun in my hand Five lug nuts in a second and a half, you understand Started in my cousin's shed with a socket and a can Got a scar across my knuckle from a rusty radiator fan The driver gets the trophy and the driver gets the kiss The driver gets the hat, but the driver can't do this Over the wall, over the wall, the jack is in the air Catch it, spin it, slam it on, I never look, I swear [Hook: Nasal rapid-fire male MC] Twelve seconds, four tires, full tank, jack down Twelve seconds and the whole race turning around Everybody watches laps, nobody watches stops He came in fourth, he left in first, the race was won in the box [Verse 2: Nasal rapid-fire male MC, faster, words packed tight] Gas man's got the can up on his shoulder, eighty pounds Carrier is flinging rubber that is smoking from the rounds Jack man pumps it one time and it's up, I'm already down Left front off, right front on, I never hear a sound Old tire rolling to the wall like a dog that wants to play New tire on the hub before the old one rolls away Number nine is pitting too, and they're slower by a hair Their changer cross-threads one, I can see him in despair That's a second, that's a lifetime, that's a mortgage, that's a car That's the difference in the paycheck and the difference in the bar [Hook: Nasal rapid-fire male MC] Twelve seconds, four tires, full tank, jack down Twelve seconds and the whole race turning around Everybody watches laps, nobody watches stops He came in fourth, he left in first, the race was won in the box [Bridge: Nasal rapid-fire male MC, air-gun bursts, four lug-gun bursts on the snare between lines] Left front Left rear Right front Right here Drop it, go, go, go [Verse 3: Nasal rapid-fire male MC, top speed] Out of the box in first with a car length on the field Three laps left and the leader's in our mirror and he's peeled White flag, final lap, I'm standing on the wall Can't even watch the track, I'm looking at the tires is all Checkered flag, he wins it by the width of a decal And the cameras run to him like they always do for all But he holds the trophy sideways and he points it at the pit Says the race was won by people that you never see in it [Hook: Nasal rapid-fire male MC] Twelve seconds, four tires, full tank, jack down Twelve seconds and the whole race turning around Everybody watches laps, nobody watches stops He came in fourth, he left in first, the race was won in the box [End]
