Hey two-legit you sorta remembers the ZD just like me
You wanta see him squirm then squirm you will see
Me wonders with amazement just how he keeps going
Should have been shived by now for the crap he’s been throwiin
He’s been around for years just a shovelin his shit
Not careing a damm for who he just might next hit
He’s a great ambassador for the sport you know
You just gotta ask him and he tell you so and so and so
Lets concentrate now on his latest thread
and the bulshit story he dreamed in his head
one morning after a big night he sat up and woke
and thought to himself I’ll give Brendale a poke
What can I dream up that will get them to attack
I’ve got an idea, I’ll mention low grip at the track
That will get them going and tangle their wires
Then I’ll tell everybody they will need heaps of tyres
He ponders for a while and from his brain like a bean
decides he needs to mention their track machine
Jealous of course but he gives it a crack
And makes up a story how it strips rubber from the track
With the story now hatched and woven in his head
He decides he will publish his thoughts on the web
Who gives a shit whether it’s fact of fiction
It will stir up someone and cause some friction
What can be said about a crack like this
If he was on fire on him you would’t piss
Too-legit’s right you deserve what you get
You poked the bear and it aint finished yet