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Yea, though I walk through the valley of rice...
I shall fear no turbo for Torque art with me...
Thy rod and Thy piston..
they comfort me...Thou preparest a track before me...
In the presence of mine enemies...
Thou hast anointed my bearings with oil...
My car overpowers..Surely traction and victory
shall follow me...all the days
of my life...And I shall dwell in the house
of the V8 forever.
I shall strike them down.
No ricer will ever make me their bitch
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