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I Love NASCAR

Cledus T. Judd

Bipolar & Proud

2004

love NASCAR.

(Both)
Vroom, vroom, vroom

(Toby)
Gentlemen, start your engines

(Both)
I love NASCAR.

It's all there on a plate just reach out and take

We'll go tram riding
Tram riding
Tram riding and we don't care

The big red engine's shooting into

The engine roared, the motor hissed
And who could see that the road would twist?
In Sweeney's ledger the entries matched:
A Beadle arrived,

From the eighteenth century's cobblestone streets
With the horse and the carraiges to rest our feet
To the train and city tram
Came the birth

Hooves striking the tram rails
Sparks flying up to the horses tails
The wagon of the Torquay fire brigade
It deserves a great accolade

A fire in

yeah, like I'm Toby
Stole a bar but no one even cares nobody knows me

When we pull up on your block, you know we spraying rounds
My boy got that aim

Shut it up, shut it up, shut it up, SHUT IT!

Come and greet your Blaster master
Spreading peace and disaster
The engine is now running faster
Secret

Go, Go Thomas

Thomas & Friends

Thomas & Friends: Day of the Diesels

2012

your eyes
Thomas is in for a big surprise!

On the track, behind the trees
Far away, where nobody sees
Lives an engine, Hiro by name
Thomas gonna

harder than a steam engine like John Henry
Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley
Ugly and still get hollers like Ron Jeremy
At least monetarily, terribly

longing
The engine is bogging
My lyrics are bleeding
Enough notes for internet blogging
My groggy quotes
To hold the keystrokes of genius
It isn't

you ain't gone find it
Boy I can tell by yo teeth you up at Shop Smart
I just seen you in the back of that cop car
Why my weed stickier than Toby

the boat
She say she feel my words in every lyric that I wrote
She concerned about a nigga and this pistol that I tote
Fuck that shit I rev the engine

backside
Shakin' like Lamborghini engines in the trunk
Hands down, by far,
The baddest bitch, with the biggest rear
And the way you put that ass to work
You

now I'm Mansa Musa
Say I'm too hot, need a fan or two
Engine cadon, I'll take a tram to duce a
Oh, I know a type that would
Put down on another degree

trams this that pill u need to make her
Speak in tongue
This thing go hard like prison bars
This that ninety-six 2Pac sh**
N***a we hit em up
This na

ASa juru calabar

Grinding everyday na akwo ka mbu Engine Oka
I got no time for play niga am busy chasing paper

Give dem wahala
For hood dem no my

to the feds
Only compare me to Kylian'Bappé
Brilliant shot
A million bop their heads
City bikes, metros, trams, mopeds, Hondas no Chevy
Orlando and Ezi
We go