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Twas the night before xmas
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was an SUV with fat tires and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with my hot rice rod,
To beat this old guy, why he even gives me a nod!
Does it really say Jeep, there on the chrome trim,
My super dark tint and decals make everything dim.
Before the light goes green, I dump it and nothin broke,
My four little tires even give a little smoke.
Best launch of the year, too bad itís for that pig
I could have beat a mustang tonight with this dig!
Now Zinger, now Pinger, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four tiny pistons.
Grabbing second, I hear my big turbos sing,
Canít see him, my mirror is blocked by my giant wing.
Pulling ahead, I'm the king of racing this night,
Donít think that pig has even left the light.
Just then thereís a roar as that thing leaves the line,
Not sure what it is, but with my lead heís still mine.
Then it went was past me, the shockwave hits with a blast,
It was there then it was goneÖdamn it was fast!
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool now, like I can relate.
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off and gives me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says with a nod,
"And you wonít beat SRT, no matter the mod."
I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And gave him the trademark ricer high-speed fly-by!
The story will be different, when my rice bros ring
But Iíll always wonder, just what the hell was that thing?
14 C7 vette 580/525
Last edited by ChiefP; 12-05-2012 at 11:14 AM.