a few have asked to see this again so here it is

A Christmas Carol (03 Cobra vs. Evolution Lancer)

Twas the night before Christmas and out on the street,
Nothing was moving, not even a Jeep.
All was still with nothing in sight,
Then what to my wandering eyes did I see,
But a Mustang SVT alone at a light.
The moonlight glistened off my wing, oh so gay.
My import was ready to show ‘em the way.
I had some NOS on my tiny motor,
I would beat that stang with its Eaton supercharger.
I pulled along side and revved up with a fart,
Pointed to the wing on my gay shopping cart.
The light turned green, I was off like a jolt,
While the SVT filled the night sky with smoke.
I called to my EVO’s 4 pistons,
On basher, on crasher, on smasher, and the one knocking,
Onward faster let’s finish the slaughtering.
The engine did rev, I was ready for action,
But just at that moment the Mustang caught traction.
With a grin on his face, and a gleam in his eye,
Like a shot from a cannon the SVT went by.
He blew by so fast, he spun me round twice.
I knew at that moment I was freshley fried rice.
He held up one finger as he drove into the night,
All I saw was dimming taillights.
But I heard him exclaim as he roared outta sight
“You stupid ricer, you can’t beat Blue Oval dynamite”

-Robbie Rhule

 

Funny and too true

 

nice poem

 

yah, worst part is, it is true, but hilarious

 

Thats great.

 

yah, its pretty funny