Thanks 64, let's smoke a bong, race we will, don't get me wrong
Pick your sword, I don't have two, matters not which one to you
Fast you are, and a talent too, "green" to this, and a little new
I must admit, you have a glaze, impressive terror, a two wheeled nave...

Just as you rev up into third, barrel growl, my pipes will burn
Your blood shall boil, with u I toil, serve you up like Lorenzo's oil
launch I will, past your bike, spewing exhaust, a tranquil bout
Catch me in forth, engage the noz
remember g, you're boss hoss

That's okay, I've got a bottle under the seat, engage I will that sneaky PETE,
We cross the line - our tires touch, who won the race, who gives a phuck?
So for now contend with a flattering smile, remember dung stacks in a pile,
Like flies to shit, we will race and rip, just don't expect to defeat my whip!

Remeber here in Tdot, I rule, I walk around with a 10 inch tool
Women swoon, chub stubs drool, some of them act like fools
There is always faster, i must concede, but I make this shit look like a dream
Guns a blazing, I rule the set, say thank you my dear, my manners don't quit
Lure the women, screw a few, some of them bitches know what to do...

Polish and speak into my microphone, pay the tax, I'll ride her home
They wax my whip, I service that punnani clot
I pound that spot, mad skills I drop
I never disrespect or give the ladies lip, I service them until my name they quip

WOLFMAN, WOLFMAN, FIRST NATIONS CLAN, I RULE THIS LAND
TORONTO'S MY WONDERLAND
KING OF MEN - GOD AMONG THE MORTAL
GTA RIDA AND IN THIS ARMY LUEITENANT CORPRAL

So for now I say, goOdbye 64, fare well my friend, I am glad we don't war
If you hear Yosh pipes drawing near...in my rearview you will disappear
Upon my arrival you shall hear, "hide your women and the beer" there is no contest Wolf is here!

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/21/2013 @ 7:02 AM *

Pull my finger, poke my eye,
Was I dreaming, was I high
Did you notice I called a fight,
In prison, for word out, we send a kite

This message I sent, it kindly read
ZX14 you're bikes I'll eat and shred
Instantaneous deceased, line em up, your rep shall cease
Eating up that pretty green ride, I might also chew on BM's Hyde

Hear ye, Hear ye, the bike's deceased, weapons drawn a great defeat
Burry em both in a shallow grave, follow the golden road I paved
Dear Wizard of Ozz, give me courage a brain, a heart,
I drop noz on you, smell my bikes fart!

Zx, Zx, 64, 64, follow Alic through her little door,
Don't lift her skirt, don't let her whore, pimp her out, Daddy wants more
Dear Mad Hatter pour me a drink, poison one for Wolf that fink,
Flip up my lid as I drive bye, wink I will with one eye!

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/22/2013 @ 8:23 AM *

:))) now that is a fine call out! Rofl!

* Last updated by: Cblast on 7/21/2013 @ 7:05 AM *

Hello, Wolfman speaking, zX64 man thanks for calling
What you saw my call out thread what you want to see me dead?
Come and get me, here I am, live right by Canada's Wonderland
There's a ride there called behemoth, you got to come ride it and homeboy see it,

Think of it as Wolf track school, like my ride, it will make you drool
We'll spend some time at Hooters next, rubber head and rubber neck
These bitches play my flute and eat seeds from my palm
Buzz my crotch because I'm the Zx Don

Now listen hear thanks for calling, but really Z the pedestal falling
The carpet Will pull from your feat, your throttle lag I will defeat
Your whip will be hit raw, plug your ears mumble, Lah lah lah
In the end I will defeat and be discreet flower pedals at my feet

Got to go, Cblast is calling, I'm sorry this call left you balling
Please don't cry you break my heart, whimpering is not so smart
Boo hoo hoo the sky is falling, yes Zx the devils calling
Take your ride then your soul, how bountiful my ride does go!

Worry not this is not the end, yes indeed our friendship will mend
Next time please call collect, when I saw your number I went erect
Thought you were the red head feast, sent to me by Nasty and ZXBeast
Oh well dude take care ride safe, I want your lid and maybe you plate

Race you should the 1000rr, this way I can win her and park it next to my car
Taking your slips, bike and lid, perhaps a 500 dollar bid
Will go straight to some performance mods a lap dance or two, a naked bod
64 you dah man, thanks for your bike, once again,

Soon I'll have my own BMW post, that Hub can hate and Cruz can gloat(;

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/21/2013 @ 10:24 AM *

I am in awe of your creativity and writing ability, Wolf. Nice work, I gotta save that!

Even better the second reading!

* Last updated by: ZX14MAN64 on 7/21/2013 @ 5:33 PM *

Wolfy!! You missed ANOTHER of your callings!! Damn!!!

Hahahaha your the only cat that thinks that. Truth is I just enjoy writing stuff. I sense you too have the same flair homeboy! Mad love zx64man, mad love!

Ahhh thanks sick, I think you brothers just say that, but like I said you the only cats that like it!
Green love Sick and 64.
Oh Sick, I'm glad you kept Sickninja it was the right choice homeboy. I've been called wolfman my whole life as you guys know my family name is Wolf.

Peace Nation!

Had a nightmare evil dark, unraveled me and exhumed a spark
What a cool idea I had, had, invite 64 out to ride with our 14 band
In this dream you rode right there, in the pack, I did swear
In formation we descended the streets, pick up chick's, unleashed some beats

905 has a mad tall hook, tried to block, he knocked that HD crook
Beastman rode a Green 14, he wheeled past a cop car screen scene
AJS was mod'ed out, his bike was dropped and stretched out
Romans rode his Turbo bike, noone challenged, or put up a fight
Than I swear I saw a GOD, Darryle was there, standing in the Mob

Than I saw a badass marine, Cblast made it to the scene
Some tasty bitches made the scene, Nasty fucked em all before the team
Finally, I sprung out, had mad street cred, and mangnus clout

We all raced down to LL, tied we did, no one fell
I thought to my self, "What a crew," man they know how to race and what to do
And then it came the darken twist, like Ricky Gadson's East Coast Lisp
The BMW quick appeared, shackled 64, rode off and disappeared

Chained to it off you went, into the sky a white ascent
We stood there with concern and grace, Motha fucka backed out of the race?
Reappeared you did with the rr, like a mad banshee or shooting star...
You passed us all and gave a lick, you disappeared on the sexy whip

Awe huh awe huh, it was a dream, cause in real life the BM would get creamed!

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/22/2013 @ 8:18 AM *

That is some of the best stuff I have read in awhile. It is the style of prose that you adopt, it flows in a modern cutting edge violent way that I get. Pulls no punches. Makes an impact. Makes you want to read it again and catch the smart turns of phrase ya missed the first time. My hat is off to anyone with talent like that!

Big C, I take your literary criticism without any cynicism, or skepticism
Nice to know you identify with this villain from prison
Served we did, time on the wall, you on snipers post me hard knocks hall
Definitely we are kin, spirit warriors deep within, nature's four corners, brothers grim

We both shoot guns, box, kick ass, both haul 14's crass
Both have mad families and great women too, our life a 14 commercial between me and you
From ghetto seeds to common wealth and teaching the self, look at us now our rides are sorted and dealt
Got your back, you have mine, Fuck with you, they cross my line

No battle plans just want to help out,
Fuck a stub chub, shortie to flush the demon's out
For now we run a bad ass crew, made up of men who are loyal threw and threw
Marines a gang, they don't care, we bury our dead and carry our brothers when ensnared

So to you I say, my brothers salute, phuck dem fake homies on bling out pursuits!

Ps Fuck Bikeland. FTP!

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 7/22/2013 @ 10:03 AM *

Proud to call you kin in front of any audience brother!

Yeah C, you my homeboy too!