"Mah rad rad spinnas! Mah rad rad spinnas! They don't stop!"

"I'm in the v-twin with mah cousin named Shasta!"

...what the HELL is wrong with rap?

Well, let's see, a v-twin is a motorcycle. You can't put spinners on a motorcycle. You also can't get in a motorcycle. And your cousin is named after a soda. And you have no one better than your cousin to brag about being on your bike with you.

You are sooooo cool I could die. Seriously. You make me want to stab my brain.

The term "pick-up truck" is an oxymoron.

I've encountered precisely one humanoid of the female designation in the past five years that thought my truck was simply fantastic.