Kyle Petty, Son of Richard Soundgarden

Heat is rising
Feeling high, I'm on my way
Tell me if you wanna take a hit
Right beside you
I came to fight, so get out of my way
'Cause daddy told me don't you ever
Take no fucking shit

So get it right
So get it right
So get it right
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you

La, la, la, la ,la-
Laughing as I spit your way
Faster that a fucking flash of light
Stomach's burning alcohol
I must have burned
A bottle full
And you ain't got a chance
In fucking hell tonight

So get it right
So get it right
Get it right