Venom Strike

(yeah,

listen up)

Strike first.

No mercy.

Old hatchback rolling down the boulevard strip Four-cylinder engine with a championship

grip Matte black wrap on an outdated frame Turning local corners like

we run the whole game No soft steps on this pavement floor

Keys in the ignition,

kicking down the door (let's go)

Exhaust pipe humming like a venomous bite We don't pull back when

we step in the fight

Keep the revs locked tight in the red

Every single word that the master said

Cobra Kia,

rolling out the dojo Speedometer pegged,

moving never slow-mo Yellow belt driver,

black belt reign Burning up rubber through the asphalt lane Cobra Kia,

ready for the strike

Taking everything that we like

(strike hard,

strike fast)

Cloth seats worn, but the spirit stays mean Cleanest little menace on

the suburban scene Swept the leg on the traffic in the left-hand

lane Turn the bass up loud to forget the pain They laugh

at the badge till the tires start squealing Look at the ceiling,

chasing that feeling (screeech) Never tap out,

never step aside

Exhaust pipe humming like a venomous bite We don't pull back when

we step in the fight

Keep the revs locked tight in the red

Every single word that the master said

Cobra Kia,

rolling out the dojo Speedometer pegged,

moving never slow-mo Yellow belt driver,

black belt reign Burning up rubber through the asphalt lane Cobra Kia,

ready for the strike

Taking everything that we like

(strike first, strike hard!)

No defeat in this ride,

no retreat in the mind Leave every weakness and doubt behind

Clutch down, shift fast

Make every mile hit harder than the last (hyah!)

Cobra Kia.

Strike first. (never die)