Oh my god, he keep going, I'm almost there.

Rogue in your car. I don't care what you say. Give me your car

Party, party, party! Pass me the cup. I mean, like yard, yard, yard!

I'm not gonna hold you, I'm glad you're not riding in that Chevy in front of you. Cause like, boy, it's just a fuck Chevy *****. No, nobody like that, it's only SRT's, the step-axes, tail-caps, beamers, charge-y, everything in a bit, but not no fucking Chevy's. Especially your carpet, your shit probably ass, they don't not even hold you. Remember to wake me is obvious

I'm gonna be honest, boy, it ain't all that.

Woo-hoo! That's a son of a bully!