Smosh - Hardcore Max 2 lyrics

Max! Max had a car that's really sweet Doesn't wear a seatbelt 'cause that's for geeks Not just that but it chafes his neck And he thinks it's stupid as heck Max! Max! Max! Max has got a car! Yeah, a car! A two door freakin' car! It's fast! It's fast! It's really freakin' fast! And, it is, really bada**! Max doesn't stop at stop signs 'Cause they're retarded What is that smell I'm smelling? He just farted Never signals while changing lanes Drives with no hands 'cause he's insane And if you think that is absurd He'll turn to you and flip a bird Max! Max! Max! Max has got a car! Yeah, a car! A two door freakin' car! It has, gold rims! They are really sick! Yeah, like Max! Max is really sick! He talks on his cell phone He doesn't use a bluetooth And if you dent his car He'll hit your face like Babe Ruth Uses the most expensive gas His driving sk**s are unsurpa**ed Does doughnuts every chance he gets He's even cooler than Pete Wentz Max! Max! Max! Max has got a car! Yeah, a car! A two door freakin' car! He will, get his, license in six months But now, he has, a provisional license Wait! He only has his provisional driver's license? But that means he needs a parent riding in the car at all times! What!? His mom's been in the back seat the whole time? So she's condoning these illegal activities!? Shame on you, Max's mom! Shame! Max! Look out! A cliff! Right in front of you! Yeah! A cliff! A big-a** freakin' cliff! Crap! You are, flying off a cliff! I hope, you are, wearing your seatbelt! Oh and he's not wearing his seatbelt I guess he didn't like how it felt Now he's broken his manly legs Max, hope you won't repeat the same mistakes Max!