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grip Matte black wrap on an outdated frame Turning local corners like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