[Intro] [thick bass and steel guitar] [Verse 1] [loud clear rhythmic spoken-word male vocals] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker one-nine Any space truckers got they motherfucking ears on? This is Crusty Little Dusty driving Ghost Line Takin freight past the gate in a haste Cigar to the black eye Large car supercharged ion drive Do you copy? course you do you toy I know I'm wall to wall tree top tall You warm seats on pussy ass corporate calls I'm ballin' dash full of jewels it's cool You drive a rattle trap it's whack and all your hauls are weak, You a deadhead I'm grossed out every day of the week I sleep in luxury, you seek the company From lot lizards with the sloppy box my shocks are tight My dekatora so bright, decked out in Christmas lights You got a space coffin behind the pace often You got that plastic fantastic action can't get no satisfaction [steel guitar solo] [chorus] [rhythmic male vocals] We gotta move these recombinators We gotta move these C R Ts We gotta move these recombinators We gotta move these C R Ts [verse 2] What's your twenty? Makin' money Whatchu runnin'? Something funny Hauling crystal with a pistol on my hip Double check the manifest right quick where's the slip? It's missing one line, read the fine print Nobody got time for that, they Pay top dime for that Check the container, read the label in plain English It reads sex bots Super Extra Pleasure Model I wasn't born yesterday, crack it open to my dismay Twenty-three hundred Chrono Cogs on display I ain't fucking with the space fuzz today Eject that shit out into deep space
