Rattling your fartcan at the Christmas tree, Stupid ricer kid, you think you can beat me?
All the people in the crowd laughing at you loud A pathetic FWD burnout that'd only make your mom proud
Right off the line you're already behind When I pop that transbrake I ain't bein' kind
Keep playing with your stick and pumping that clutch Even with the NOS that shitty 4-banger ain't doin' much Keepin' my pedal to the metal and lettin' it pull That 409 firin' all eight cylinders like an angry bull
Every time you try to shift that tranny Grinding gears like an old slow granny I just let that good old Turbo Hydramatic do its thing all completely automatic
ALL YOU RICERS ARE NOTHING BUT FAKES MY LUGNUTS NEED MORE TORQUE THAN YOUR HONDA MAKES NOW LISTEN LOUD AND CLEAR AS I MAKE THIS STATEMENT: THERE AIN'T NO REPLACEMENT FOR DISPLACEMENT!