I do not admit saving my friend's life is wrong, for you do things backwards all day long.. you always refer me to forgetting the past, but it's you who forgets how things went last.... When yellow rose and I were planning a race, it was you who is poking at the pace.. with me all along waiting to show, and in the end saying.. "where did he go!"... We could turn this to Yellow Rose as he keeps signing on, only speaking on Moparts were all Mopar posers have gone...
When picking a race, pick a person that'll show,
but your poor judgement, has dealt you a blow......
Fair warnings you had, all in the past,
but you went on and on, like you'd race at last.....
Wise up, wise up, my Jaw'n friend,
Pick better company, have a better end....
I met Jaba, and his nice wife,
A real man, and with a real life...
We have dealt, and are dealing some more,
And what else, but having had pizza galore….
We talked of racing, long before our PM,
Felt sorry for you, and your race with no end......
But you name called, and called us out with doubt,
And soon after jumping in, jumped out with a pout.....
You were among friends, and you couldn't figure it out,
you threw a fit, and said "let it be about somebody else"......
Now listen up you mind-of-a-whelp,
and I'll try to give ya some more help.....
All is not lost, there is hope,
Pick another man, try racing Mr. Cope.....
