Sixty feet out of reach, hammer down every time
And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Don't fuck with the stroker, it's 60 over
And I know that we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Power down in the hole,
And you was smokin' on the shoulder
Sucked you up like a leech
And now you're limpin' like a Duster
While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Like a D/Class gasser, 4-speed suicide
We was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Dominatin' the modified, force-fed power grind
And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Power down in the hole
And you was smokin' on the shoulder
Sucked you up like a leach
And now you're limpin' like a Duster
While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on...
Gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Got the heavies, got the heavies