Booshay
12-26-2007, 09:15 PM
T'was the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try with this small ass motor,
To beat this mustang, even with its big blower,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
While the mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
On Smasher, on Rev-ver, on Stroker, on Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know that I'm screwed when that V8 gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing,
I now hear the roar of the big monster gaining,
All I can do is keeping the four-banger straining,
In a second, the shock wave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying like a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, with that gay ass thing,"
It's okay that I lost, I hope no one saw
They might know that four-bangers suck after all
I can't let that happen it wouldn't be fun
But I'll just lie like always and say that I won.
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try with this small ass motor,
To beat this mustang, even with its big blower,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
While the mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
On Smasher, on Rev-ver, on Stroker, on Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know that I'm screwed when that V8 gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing,
I now hear the roar of the big monster gaining,
All I can do is keeping the four-banger straining,
In a second, the shock wave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying like a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, with that gay ass thing,"
It's okay that I lost, I hope no one saw
They might know that four-bangers suck after all
I can't let that happen it wouldn't be fun
But I'll just lie like always and say that I won.