[Intro] Oh yeah! Who’s house? RUN DMV’s HOUSE! [Verse 1] For all you suckers tryin’ hard to get your plates renewed, You woke up early, packed a lunch — but you’re still number two. You brought your forms, your proof of this, your proof of that, But the clerk just shrugs and stamps “REJECTED” on your habitat. They point you left, they point you right, you wait another hour, The printer jams, the lights go dim — behold the state’s great power. You take a seat, you pray for speed, but fate says “not today,” You hear your number called… but guess what? It’s from yesterday. [Hook] Who’s house!? RUN DMV’S HOUSE! Who’s house!? RUN DMV’S HOUSE! They run the lines, they run the forms, they run bureaucracy — You try to run — but no one runs away from DMV! [Verse 2] You step up to the counter and you think your time has come, But the clerk says, “Wait — you filled out page eleven wrong, son.” You stare in disbelief and try to plead your rightful case, But the sign says, “NO COMPLAINING,” right above her poker face. A guy beside you screams, “I’ve been renewing since July!” Another whispers softly, “Bro, I think I’m gonna die.” The loudspeaker crackles with a voice both cold and hollow: “Now serving B-three-fifty.” Your number? Try tomorrow. [Hook] Who’s house!? RUN DMV’S HOUSE! Who’s house!? RUN DMV’S HOUSE! They run your will, they run your hope, they drain you ruthlessly — You entered strong… but leave a broken shell of humanity. [Verse 3] The vision test is brutal — letters microscopic small, You’re swearin’ they’re just sprinkle fonts not meant for eyes at all. You squint and read a line that turns your dignity to dust: “R…7…maybe P?” The clerk says, “Sir, we simply must adjust.” She hands you back your papers with the grace of royalty, Then murmurs, “One more signature… and seventy dollar fee.” You pay, defeated, bow your head, accept what fate decreed — “Your license will arrive… in six to eight months, guaranteed.” [Final Hook / Outro] Who’s house!? RUN DMV’S HOUSE! Who’s house!? RUN DMV’S HOUSE! They run the room, they run the clock, they run eternity — You survived the trip… but barely. YOU RAN DMV.
