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I’ll ‘NOS’ my V8 crazy!

The steel of the key and I crank it over
fire her up, now she rumbles
and roars to the crowd here tonight.

Gear stick, blindly grabbed for, quickly found,
drop the clutch at high revs
then I soar off the line.

Lighting the tires and now the LSD’s gripping,
the chaises slightly twisting;
gearshifts happen in the blink of an eye.
Top gear now and we’re absolutely flying.

Finish line coming into sight
I grip the wheel tight
my adrenalin addiction alive.
I’ll ‘NOS’ my V8 crazy, victory will be mine!

Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)

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    oh gosh I would so love to in a car and the nos goes off hehehehehe...I love fast cars...I wnt to hve a son or daughter and trun em into a racer hehe