This devil is ready to explode on the strip.
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It? worn out tyres won? get any grip.
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Eyes staring out at the edge of the hood.
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Driving a car has never felt so good.
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Stripped from all nonsense and built to win.
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When comfort is out, performance is in.
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I PUMP THE GAS AS I TURN THE KEY
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TO FIRE UP THE ENGINE IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE.
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Pedal to the floor, hands on the wheel.
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Got to shift gear but iͥ too numb to feel.
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Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat.
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It feels like iͥ being pushed through the seat.
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Deaf from the Hemi in this late sixty-nine.
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The essence of power and beauty combined.
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SLICING THE STREET THE SOUND OF THE FREE
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THE ROAR OF THE LUNGS IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE.
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Superbee
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