Old Dirty Basher- Rap

Intro

Yo... yeah...

Old Dirty Basher in the house!

Wreckfest, baby!

I’m 'bout to fuck these cars up...

Hoo-ah!

Chorus

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy shimmy yeah

Old Dirty Basher comin' through, better clear the way

I hit 'em from the back, make the tires pop

Send 'em to the scrapyard, never gonna stop

Dirty tricks, dirty whips, dirty on the track

Old Dirty Basher, put a bounty on my back!

Hoo-ah! Basher! Hoo-ah! Crash 'em!

Verse 1

I’m ridin' dirty in a rusty-ass heap

Bumper fallin' off, but the engine still creep

Side-swipe a fool, watch him spin like a top

He lookin' all confused, now his ass doin' the wop

I got spikes on my rims, I got oil on the floor

Leave a trail of black smoke, they can’t take no more

Pit maneuver? Nah, I call that “the divorce”

I fuck his whole rotation, send him straight to the source

Crowd screamin', metal screamin', paint chips flyin'

I’m laughin' like a maniac while his engine is cryin'

He try to race clean, I’m like “bitch, please”

I ram him in the nuts, now he drivin' on his knees!

Chorus

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy shimmy yeah

Old Dirty Basher comin' through, better clear the way

I hit 'em from the back, make the tires pop

Send 'em to the scrapyard, never gonna stop

Dirty tricks, dirty whips, dirty on the track

Old Dirty Basher, put a bounty on my back!

Hoo-ah! Basher! Hoo-ah! Smash 'em!

Verse 2

I’m the king of the dirty, the sultan of spin

Got a pocket full of nitrous and a bottle of gin

Block the whole track like I’m parked on the pole

Then reverse that ass up, take they soul

They call it “unsportsmanlike,” I call it “good lovin'”

I love every second when the metal start rubbin'

Flip 'em in the grass, watch the tires smoke

Then I roll up real slow, give 'em one last stroke

“You aight, player? Nah... you finished!”

Toe truck comin', whole crowd diminished

I’m winnin' every race by destroyin' the field

Old Dirty Basher — the only driver that’s real!

Bridge

Ooh baby... I like it when the chassis shake

When the windows break and the whole car quake

You can keep your clean lines, keep your perfect lap

I’ma be the dirty nigga puttin' dents in your map

Wreckfest! Basher Clan!

Verse 3

Last lap, I’m in first, still lookin' for trouble

Spot a pretty lil' coupe, pop the bubble

Tap the rear end... gentle at first

Then I murder that ass, put him headfirst in the dirt

Now the whole server hatin', callin' me a griefer

I’m just playin' the game, baby, I’m a people pleaser

They rage quit cryin', “This ain’t fair!”

Shut up, nerd — welcome to the Basher nightmare!

Outro

Yeah... Old Dirty Basher

Shout out to the Hateman!

Still undefeated in the demolition derby of love

If you see me comin'... better swerve,

Or get bashed, trashed and out classed!

Hoo-ah!

Wreckfest, baby!

We out!