Lyrics:

Bad news from the zones, tumbleweeds
It looks like Jet-Star and the Kobra Kid had a clap
With an Exterminator that went all Costa Rica and uh
Got themselves ghosted, dusted out on Route Guano
So it's time to hit the red line and up-thrust the volume out there
Keep your boots tight, keep your gun close
And die with your mask on if you've got to
Here is the traffic