(Intro)
Yo, brought a butter knife to a gunfight,
Spitting weak lyrics, polite but no might.
(Verse)
Clean Hilux, not a single speck of dirt,
Scared to scratch the paint, afraid your wallet’s gonna hurt!
Flexing "freedom" on a paved street scene?
You’re the softest fake this road has ever seen!
Keyboard gangster, spreadsheet line,
Scared of resale values, wasting your time.
Got the 4WD badge, but your mind stays weak,
Sell the truck, buy a scooter—you’ve reached your peak!
(Outro)
Class dismissed, kid. Get outta here!