Yo Bro… You crash more than my ex on coke Your paint’s so weak it makes me choke You call that “custom?” Bro, it’s trash Step aside, lemme teach you class Homie rollin’ up in a pixel shitbox Spoiler’s crooked, got them bootleg shocks Takin' corners like you never heard grip Drive so bad, I’m embarrassed you exist! Every lap, bro, you're losin’ ground Last place brojee, king of the clowns You spin out more than a fidget toy I bet your mom still calls you “boy” You rev like you’re hard, but you stall on the line I drift so smooth, I could swerve through time Your Lambo’s pink with Hello Kitty wraps You flex that shit like it ain't straight ass Bro, you TRASH, can’t even steer Your lap times got me dying over here You talk big game, but you ain’t that slick Your paint jobs suck and your car’s a brick (Bro, you TRASH!) Like bro… uninstall that shit. You ghost ride walls, call it "pro technique" But your skills are faker than your Chrome GT I pass you blindfolded, backwards, drunk Still leave you choking on that rubber funk Your liveries look like a toddler’s mess Slap-on stickers? Man, you just guess That anime girl on your hood ain't cute It’s cropped, off-center straight lawsuit BITCH, GET OUTTA THE LOBBY You ruin the vibe, you straight up SLOPPY Why you flexin’ with a five-second gap?! You make NPCs look fast THAT’S A WRAP Ohh nooo, my dude hit the wall again… “Oh lag, oh glitch,” you blame the game, my friend Cry harder, your skills are nonexistent You’re the human version of a DNF, consistent Bro, you TRASH, why you even try? You drift like Bambi on a slip-n-slide That paint? That whip? That talk it's all fake You’re the weakest racer in the damn game (BRO, YOU TRASH!) Go take that “L” and bake a cake. ...My dude… log off... Delete that save file... And take a break.
