Look at that beautiful piece of art.
So, you think you're hot shit, huh? Do you see these stock 12's, or is the chrome blinding you? Just face the facts, bud. When I cruise up to the party in my '93 Geo Metro Convertible with the top down, hoes come'uh runnin'. What is that, a Mustang? HA! Step it up, broski. That's just the same monotonous, bland ass car girls always see. What they really want is a waxed up candy paint Metro pushing 65 with the pedal down on the highway. At 90 MPG, lets just say "I get around". So, if you hear a 2-stroke weed-whacker at 3a.m., don't worry, I'm not there for lawn maintenance. I'm probably doing donuts in your fucking driveway, with the tape deck BLARING.
If you want to go ho'patrolin' sometime, I might hand over the reigns. Be gentle with it, it is my baby. Remember, I have a strict no fat chick policy. I don't want chubbies ruining my fresh suspension, you catch my drift? Anyways, these tires aren't gonna smoke themselves. I'll catch you on the flipside.
VROOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
