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I got the moves to make a hit
You got nothing so go throw your fit
I'm back, not black so go pack
Your bags and never come back
When I pass you, you will here my engine scream
Screaming like raping your ill riding machine
Take it up to 110, I will do anything to win
I will make you not want to race again
Southern style racing gone bad
Enough style to make the cops go mad
Racing to a mad thumping beat
This will be the day of your defeat
Pedal to the floor and Nos activated
Your speed can not be deactivated
G's slamming you into your seat
Still rocking to the mother F$#@!@ beat

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I got the moves to make a hit
You got nothing so go throw your fit
I'm back, not black so go pack
Your bags and never come back
When I pass you, you will here my engine scream
Screaming like raping your ill riding machine

Love these lines here, This is well expressed, such powerful words.