Sniff this exhaust till it gives you cancer, no disrespect I'm just going faster, just blowing past you, with no disaster, an inch off the wall and still going faster, you think I crashed it, but really, this whip grips like its made with electro-magnets. A tire-squealing time machine, you know what I mean? Cause when I unleash full steam, it seems the acceleration pulls the wrinkles in your skin bag, you get that? License plate as he went past, at the speed of sound dodging cars with no impact. Ask me where I'm going, I don't know, but I can tell you I'm never getting there slow.