I’m cruising in my Corolla,
but I don’t get far.
I can’t make the turn
‘cause of your Fat *** Car.
I can’t see who’s coming
and I don’t want to die.
So I sit here and wait
for you to pass on by.
I pull into the parking space;
it should be just right.
But your Fat *** Car
makes it too tight.
In fact, you’re in my space,
over the white line.
I put a Post it on your window
“Your Fat *** Car should be a crime.”
I’m driving on I-5,
you’re tailgating my ***
I’m trying to stay alive
but I still won’t let you pass.
I’ll speed up just enough
to be side-by-side with a semi
on the right.
You’ll be behind us all night.
Guess you should have tried
to stay a safe distance.
But your persistence
in staying on my ***
has led me to forbid you
to pass.
One day you’ll make a turn
on a winding country lane
and your Fat *** Car
will go sliding in the rain.
'Cause your Fat *** Car
is too high from the road.
Your center of gravity
can't control the load.
You'll roll into a ditch
(Karma for bein’ a *****
Hope you enjoyed the ride.
Thank heavens
no one else died.