Digital Liquid
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Here’s another classic dispute,
Maxx vs Savage, for the championship that no one can refute.
My Maxx is the Savage decapitator,
Leaving Purple HPI cooling heads rolling on the floor.
I’ll battle you with a Sirio .21, Nitro Star .25, or a Picco .26
It doesn’t matter to me, I know my TRX 2.5 kicks.
True, you might got a bigger block than me,
But can you hit 50,000 RPM like me.
My .15 is perfection and precision,
She's number one in her division.
It’s strength is legendary, it’s world famous,
It’ll crush you like a chocolate chip Amos.
However, before we race,
and decide who is truly in first place.
I suggest you go home and check the bottom of your box,
You should look for a red X,
and don’t forget to tighten down your hex.
So you’re finally Ready-To-Run,
But you forgot that I’m Ready-To-Race,
My Maxx will slay you like an unsolved Sherlock Holmes case.
With the push of my EZ-start button,
My drive shaft begins to spin & vibrate the ground
You grab your ears as soon as you hear the sound.
I test out my Hi-tec servo,
As I power up my Ko Propo.
I’m waiting on you, as you grab your red Ofna glow starter.
But, oh wait, you forgot to put your battery on the charger.
I hope you are coming fully strapped,
And didn’t forget to charge your hump pack.
Soon after your delay,
The race is finally underway.
As we pull to the starting line,
You see the deep gloss from my Auto Air shine.
The starting gun blows,
And all you can see is a cloud of dirt, which my Baja’s throw.
You might have jumped off the line faster than me
But don’t forget that you lack driving skills like me.
You think that you have this race won, and left me to drown.
I guess you didn’t realize that I was walking you down.
You turn left…..You turn right,
You can’t loose me, even with all your TF-4’s might.
You begin think I think I got an infrared,
Aimed right at your truck bed.
I see you wiping the sweat off of your brow
If you ever needed something stronger…you need it now.
After the first lap, you know that my truck is unstoppable,
You know that me winning is highly probable.
My linkage slides the carb open some more
As I unleash all the horsepower that I have in store.
The Dubro lines give my .15 the fuel it needs,
As it builds up tremendous speed.
My 2-speed tranny begins to shift,
Attacking you like a brown brindle striped pit.
Even though you run Wildcat 30% Nitrometh,
You still see me passing you on the left.
You’re gonna wish your truck had a wiper,
Cause my rooster tails hit your windshield like a Navy Seal sniper.
The gambling bookies have me rated as the underdog,
But we can clearly see who is winning, as your Motor Saver begins to clog.
I hit the last jump and glide in under the swinging checkered flags,
It looks like your Savage is going home in a Glad Lock bag.
After the race, I grab your truck & rip off that S-25
Then send you back to the killah bee hive.
Maxx vs Savage, for the championship that no one can refute.
My Maxx is the Savage decapitator,
Leaving Purple HPI cooling heads rolling on the floor.
I’ll battle you with a Sirio .21, Nitro Star .25, or a Picco .26
It doesn’t matter to me, I know my TRX 2.5 kicks.
True, you might got a bigger block than me,
But can you hit 50,000 RPM like me.
My .15 is perfection and precision,
She's number one in her division.
It’s strength is legendary, it’s world famous,
It’ll crush you like a chocolate chip Amos.
However, before we race,
and decide who is truly in first place.
I suggest you go home and check the bottom of your box,
You should look for a red X,
and don’t forget to tighten down your hex.
So you’re finally Ready-To-Run,
But you forgot that I’m Ready-To-Race,
My Maxx will slay you like an unsolved Sherlock Holmes case.
With the push of my EZ-start button,
My drive shaft begins to spin & vibrate the ground
You grab your ears as soon as you hear the sound.
I test out my Hi-tec servo,
As I power up my Ko Propo.
I’m waiting on you, as you grab your red Ofna glow starter.
But, oh wait, you forgot to put your battery on the charger.
I hope you are coming fully strapped,
And didn’t forget to charge your hump pack.
Soon after your delay,
The race is finally underway.
As we pull to the starting line,
You see the deep gloss from my Auto Air shine.
The starting gun blows,
And all you can see is a cloud of dirt, which my Baja’s throw.
You might have jumped off the line faster than me
But don’t forget that you lack driving skills like me.
You think that you have this race won, and left me to drown.
I guess you didn’t realize that I was walking you down.
You turn left…..You turn right,
You can’t loose me, even with all your TF-4’s might.
You begin think I think I got an infrared,
Aimed right at your truck bed.
I see you wiping the sweat off of your brow
If you ever needed something stronger…you need it now.
After the first lap, you know that my truck is unstoppable,
You know that me winning is highly probable.
My linkage slides the carb open some more
As I unleash all the horsepower that I have in store.
The Dubro lines give my .15 the fuel it needs,
As it builds up tremendous speed.
My 2-speed tranny begins to shift,
Attacking you like a brown brindle striped pit.
Even though you run Wildcat 30% Nitrometh,
You still see me passing you on the left.
You’re gonna wish your truck had a wiper,
Cause my rooster tails hit your windshield like a Navy Seal sniper.
The gambling bookies have me rated as the underdog,
But we can clearly see who is winning, as your Motor Saver begins to clog.
I hit the last jump and glide in under the swinging checkered flags,
It looks like your Savage is going home in a Glad Lock bag.
After the race, I grab your truck & rip off that S-25
Then send you back to the killah bee hive.
