It isn't hard to make a bar with an homophone I could do it in a bar while I'm on my phone Own cars as a status symbol Drum hard Look at the state of the cymbal As well as drive, fly high, it's a cool principle But I want to see more skin I'm a High School principal No training wheels I'm a grown adult You're someone who makes people groan a dolt I mean oh my God, Holy shit I knew you where bad, but you're wholly shit I forget, it's a lapse in memory When I die, strip club funeral Sit on laps in memory Now that's a ceremony Winning first place as if everybody wouldn't have done it in the first place I get berzerk in a duel carried away Break the speed limit down the dual carriageway Name something faster, be my guest Nothing but an actual light beam, I guess But mate get too close I do brake checks Bank balance so big, I break checks But with all the race prize money I accrue I take on employees Hire crew Slowcoach, I'm packing a high IQ I smoke in traffic when I'm high I queue Whether four or two wheeled I'm equipped with more metaphors Than a fellow ought to wield Rally through the night to the misty morning Your family crying, cause they missed you, mourning I've travelled through time, battled and fought knights You've just done a royale battle in Fortnight You don't go backwards and neither forward I'm working on a book I need a foreword This is the chorus of the song The Crew It doesn't seem to be so long, since The Crew But I guess a sequel's over due to The Crew Take the same game and then add a two to The Crew Do please curb your enthusiasm Or I'll leave you on the kerb You're in fear, see, as I'm Fiercely cleaning my lights Rub my lamp sippin slow gin What I mean is I'm a speed genie You're a slow Djinn So then The ball's in your court You'd better have big balls Or you're caught Phwoar, hear my engine roar Grizzly Pull out your entrails raw Grisly Give me gore No ifs or buts I'll leave you with sore butts Kick your nuts Below the waist Your career's nothing, bub A load of waste I take it, it's plain to see I'm taking this plane to sea I'm a sick pilot Fly like a bird flew You're just sick Could be swine or the bird flu Turbine burning, turning the rotor So get to work, it's your turn in the rota From the West Coast To the Soviet Bloc If you're trolling me, well then So be it, blocked Don't want what you're spamming Anyone can peddle wares But can you slam it to the metal 'til the pedal wears? Yes, wild animal I'm well feral Talladega nights Adam McKay And Will Ferrell As well as beating you down When we race the tracks I delete your soundcloud Erase the tracks Leave your tyres slashed You're Axl Rose Crack your suspension Your axle rose Straight over the J.Edgar Hoover Dam Looking round like "This place needs a hoover, damn" And soon, when we land, and they're closing the hangar I put my flight suit with my clothes on the hanger This is the chorus of the song The Crew It doesn't seem to be so long, since The Crew But I guess a sequel's over due to The Crew Take the same game and then add a two to The Crew