I need a new paint job. The music you play in me is the worst music ever. My speechers are to good for you. You do not put enough gas in me. Dont be a cheapscate. Your not man enough to drive me. You drive like you got your license from a cereal box. You drive over the speed limit and run over everything you see. I have seen test dummies that drive better than you. Im leaving you for a stunt driver.
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