426 HUNGER from MUSCLE by Steel and Smoke

Got a black steel beast sittin’ low to the ground

’69 Charger, when she rolls, hear the sound

426 Hemi, breathin’ fire through the night

Every stoplight’s a showdown, every street is a fight


Ain’t no bowtie, ain’t no blue oval

This is Mopar muscle, primal and noble


She’s a street-born rebel with a savage roar

Smoke in her wake, burnin’ up the floor

Don’t blink, don’t stall, don’t try to outgun her

You’re facin’ the fury — and she ain’t goin’ under


Grille like a snarl, tailpipes talk in flames

Paint deep as midnight, no need for games

She ain’t built for comfort, she’s built to fly

And when I drop the hammer, Lord, she scrapes the sky


Pushrod fury, Detroit steel

You don’t drive her — you make a deal


She’s a street-born rebel with a savage roar

Smoke in her wake, burnin’ up the floor

Don’t blink, don’t stall, don’t try to outgun her

You’re facin’ the fury — and she ain’t goin’ under


From the strip to the diner, stories get told

Of the ghost in the Charger, black and bold

A blur through the Rust Belt, rumblin’ low

If you hear that growl… then you already know


She’s a street-born rebel, hear the asphalt scream

Old-school power, the American dream

Don’t blink, don’t stall, don’t even try to outrun her

She’s Mopar salvation — pure 426 hunger


426 reasons to step aside

That Mopar soul? Still alive.

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