Burnin\' rubber, driving the wrong lane
tryin\' not to get all the pedestrians slain
Switchin\' on my boost, missing a Transit not by far
the speed numbs me, but it\'s time to show I\'m up to the par
150 miles per hour,
many might cower,
but I have the power,
this ain\'t drivin\' a lawnmower.
Losin\' control, doin\' spins,
crashin\' to more cars than John Goodman has chins.
I\'ve been overtook, my world\'s shook,
I take my meanest look, and try to ram that crook.
I force him into a truck, \'is car crumbles into a raisin,
I don\'t feel like a schmuck, he didn\'t know who he was tailin\'
But my plan had a flaw, it was then that I saw,
that I was hurtling towards a wall, I was gonna fall.
I finished third, felt ashamed,
I gave it my best and still miserably failed.
I almost flipped out, like a ninja might,
but it\'s only Burnout, a game I play every night.
It\'s a rush! (now I\'ll just go hush)