ricer poem
12-10-2007, 05:40 AM
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ricer poem
Twas the night before christmas, and caught at a light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try with this 4 bang motor,
To beat this Mustang, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in a cloud of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the Star of the Action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that Mustang gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPMs sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing,
I now hear that roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep this four-banger straining,
all of a sudden, a shockwave hits with a blast,
my stickers go flying, my car now surpassed,
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,
"and sure as hell not, in that silly thing",
I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And left with my trademark high-speed fly-by.
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try with this 4 bang motor,
To beat this Mustang, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in a cloud of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the Star of the Action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that Mustang gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPMs sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing,
I now hear that roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep this four-banger straining,
all of a sudden, a shockwave hits with a blast,
my stickers go flying, my car now surpassed,
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,
"and sure as hell not, in that silly thing",
I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And left with my trademark high-speed fly-by.
12-15-2007, 07:14 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Concord, North Carolina
Posts: 635
RE: ricer poem
Theres another version of that with camaro, someone changed the words around, just a few but its pretty much the same thing, I had it on my myspace lol, all the ricers around here hated it when they saw it.
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