smash,damn
this car is fast
gonna get whiplash
on youre ass.
tires rip pavement
my white knuckles,
jingle bells note books
and belt buckles.
street lights in the
night block my sight.
no touch,my feelings
are felt,dont care if i
die,dont
wear a seatbelt.
change in the glove
box,radio clocks
and a pair of stinky socks.
plant my ass in the seat,
grit my teeth,
tires screech on the street,
make my day complete.
pump sterio
with the
rock-rock,dont say i cant
drive or ill give
you a pop.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
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