Oh Attila…

Man rides around like he’s the king of the highway,
but that motorcycle sounds like it clears its throat before every getaway.

You rev it up like it’s a beast ready to attack,
but it wheezes like it’s asking for its inhaler back.

Talking big game in that scuffed-up leather jacket,
meanwhile your bike looks like it lost a fight with a shopping cart and barely survived the bracket.

You call it a “machine.”
Bro, it’s a midlife crisis with handlebars.

Even your GPS be like,
“Recalculating… your life choices.”

Tell Attila to park the attitude before he parks that lawnmower engine on two wheels.

rip bozo

szopd ki a faszomat Attila

-rep dagadt es barna is

-rep trolling ♥♥♥♥♥

poland ♥♥♥♥♥ -rep friendly fire