Slim, Turbs, 3rd Gear
slar, slar, see you later, Danny P, you are a masterbator.
Slar bucks, is all i can say, i need a kebab, every single day.
The turbs is gone, they towed it away, it had so much rust, they crushed it 2day.
We had bare jokes, in that car, arrested 2 times in 1 nite, they took it 2 far.
U knocked over a drink, then put ur head down, the pigs pulled us over, the ****in stupid clowns. I should have put my foot down, we would have not got very far, the 3rd gear turbs, see u later.
Waitin in da station, smellin of ****, bare police lookin at me, I felt like a tit.
Then drove home they stopped us again, i couldnt stop laughin, i was in so much pain.
"we just been to the station, we cant go again, here is my paper work, Danny.P is my name".
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