There once was a kid and his import,
?It?s better than yours? always his retort.
With money from his Dad,
plus some that he had,
blew it on a fart can...how sad!
Now that his Civic sounds funny,
he?s off to make some more money.
He cut short his springs,
he banged out some dings,
imagining the pussy it might bring.
He borrowed more cash,
he even sold his weed stash.
Next was some rims and new tires,
that his boyz said they all admired,
he thought of the speed they inspired.
Now he knew he was fast,
the competition he verbally bashed.
He waxed it to a high gloss,
he asked an advance from his boss,
now he just had to add NOS!
He watched some street racing DVD?s,
he dreamed of winning some G?s.
Now his thought he had the right stuff,
he?ll win he thought sure enough,
he talked as if he was tuff.
Next he entered his first race,
he just knew his VTECH would place.
He pasted some brand name labels,
he said ?I?ll be the thing of fables?,
he thought he?d flat run the tables,
He challenged a man with a Dodge,
fresh from the showroom garage.
He thought a Neon was no need to trip,
?Heck, I?ll even bet you my slip!?
then he got his ride ready to rip.
His boyz all said he would win,
now the race was about to begin.
But when he stepped on the gas,
he?d already been passed,
and was losing ground FAST!
He kept fading away,
this wasn?t his day.
He lost his so-called trick ride,
as he just stood there and cried,
he walked home wishing he?d died.
He about had a fit,
now he was in some deep shit.
His Dad beat his ass,
he got dissed in class,
because a Honda is never that fast.
THE POINT OF THIS STORY
IS DON?T YEARN FOR GLORY.
RICE MIGHT WIN ON TV,
BUT NEVER IN REALITY!
SHUT YOUR HOLE AND KNOW YOUR ROLE!
?It?s better than yours? always his retort.
With money from his Dad,
plus some that he had,
blew it on a fart can...how sad!
Now that his Civic sounds funny,
he?s off to make some more money.
He cut short his springs,
he banged out some dings,
imagining the pussy it might bring.
He borrowed more cash,
he even sold his weed stash.
Next was some rims and new tires,
that his boyz said they all admired,
he thought of the speed they inspired.
Now he knew he was fast,
the competition he verbally bashed.
He waxed it to a high gloss,
he asked an advance from his boss,
now he just had to add NOS!
He watched some street racing DVD?s,
he dreamed of winning some G?s.
Now his thought he had the right stuff,
he?ll win he thought sure enough,
he talked as if he was tuff.
Next he entered his first race,
he just knew his VTECH would place.
He pasted some brand name labels,
he said ?I?ll be the thing of fables?,
he thought he?d flat run the tables,
He challenged a man with a Dodge,
fresh from the showroom garage.
He thought a Neon was no need to trip,
?Heck, I?ll even bet you my slip!?
then he got his ride ready to rip.
His boyz all said he would win,
now the race was about to begin.
But when he stepped on the gas,
he?d already been passed,
and was losing ground FAST!
He kept fading away,
this wasn?t his day.
He lost his so-called trick ride,
as he just stood there and cried,
he walked home wishing he?d died.
He about had a fit,
now he was in some deep shit.
His Dad beat his ass,
he got dissed in class,
because a Honda is never that fast.
THE POINT OF THIS STORY
IS DON?T YEARN FOR GLORY.
RICE MIGHT WIN ON TV,
BUT NEVER IN REALITY!
SHUT YOUR HOLE AND KNOW YOUR ROLE!
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