I'm truckin through your hood on a dark and stormy night
Lightning shooting warriors are looking for a fight
It's a showdown, showdown
My knee high moccasins are made from the finest suede
Dave Lo Pan took my girl, the son of a bitch must pay
It's a showdown, showdown in Chinatown
She was taken to the underground by the Lords of Death
We'll shake the pillars of heaven til there's nothing left
Haulin' ass through Chinatown in the Pork Chop Express
If I'm not back by morning, call the president
Riot in the market, what are we gonna do now
18 wheels of American steel, gonna f*ckin' mow you down
My haircuts low and tight
I don't use cheap shampoo
I'll catch your f*ckin' knife
And throw it right back at you
It's a showdown, showdown in Chinatown
It's a showdown, showdown in Chinatown, yeah baby
It's a showdown, showdown in Chinatown
It's a showdown, showdown