My bike is my bitch & I love her to death.
she's broken my bones & knocked out my breath.
Her paint tells a story & every dent is well known.
As I ride down the highway you can hear my bitch moan.
95 MPH. one more gear left to try,straigt down the highway past a cop do I fly.
Cheries a flash'n his siren now wails,try'n his damndest to catch me ,, I laugh as he fails.
My bike is my bitchI love her it's true, when I poped that last gear I hit 152 !
From miles away you can her still hear her scream,I'm tell'n ya Bro my Bitch is MEAN!!