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Two Titans
Yo, I got two titans, They be fightin' and rightin' wrongs on the sharp curves of Nashville, Equipped with expressive brakes, I mean straight screamin', Irate with hubcaps from 1993, for all to see, They gaze and wonda? Why one wheel got a different pattern than the othas, Yo the 96 ultima, and the 91 camry, they be gettin' me from points a to b, I mean my titan rides so phat, they go to the mat, Pushin 55 and never brakin' but maybe shakin' Yo, the camry has heat so my wife be drivin' it, But the nissan, naked like Adam, it be helpin' me appreciate nature, Cause ever time I turn the air on, I get smoke all up in my esophagus, Yo, can't dismiss, the straight bliss, of my sound system, Yo I got 12's in the trunk, yeah 12 aldi boxes that I got for posterity, Full of food, that I'll probably never see, And yo, like at least every 3 months I clean my car out, But the smell sometimes makes me pass out, Yo, I almost killed a man, cause he got too close to my exhaust pipe, Yo as I be drivin, I always get an audience, Runnin' side to side to avoid the cadence, of my backfires, The object of my desire, My phat titans, be settin' fires, no I mean literally, And my titans got fans, and cans of spam in the back seat, And on my floor boards their be roach hoards, And bold mold, remindin' that I'm never alone, Yeah, I'm in the zone, Two Titans, Gettin me from a to be, And soon you'll see em, classics!
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