POV: Humphrey JR
A week has gone kwa and today was practice for the 500, in the karakana area I met some other drivers like former champions, legends and some rookies, the drivers that was in my rookie class was, Matt Kenseth, Dave Blaney, and some other drivers I also met some of The legend drivers like Dale Jarret, Mark Martin, Richard Petty (AKA the king), Terry Labonte, Jeff Gordon, Rusty Wallace, Geoff Bodine, and some other drivers. It was time for practice so I got to my car which was the first time I ever stepped into the car, it was comfortable like soft foam kiti, kiti cha was like if I was sitting on a cloud, I strapped in waited for my crew chief which who was my older cousin named Tony Eury Jr to give me the thumbs up to roll out. They finally told me to run some laps then comeback, when I drove onto the track and started build up speed the track was a lot wider then what I expected it to be, the track was like if you'd put two highways inayofuata to each other. I'm now on the track in my #8 car, I finally reach the backstretch as I start to go full speed while I shift up to forth the final gear. My spotter named Todd Parrott "alright bud I'm gonna need wewe to run some lap times for me and we'll see what we need to do with your car alright" I then reply saying " Ten-four" when I turn on turn 3 and 4 my car snapped loose making me wiggle but I caught it and kept going Todd:" whoa that was a close one, how bad is it?" I replied "well if I barely turn it kinda snaps loose" Todd:" alright, make two laps and see if it gets any better" I then make it across the finish line starting my lap time Todd:" your on a clock now" I turn my car down to the inside of turn 1 and 2 but when I exited turn 2 my car went sideways but I caught it before it got outta control Todd:" is it that bad?" I replied "kinda" then coming from behind some drivers drafted me and kombeo shoting pass me, kwa the cars numbers of 45, 88, 24, 10, 97, 42, and 19. there was three cars the slowed down to draft with me and run with me, the numbers on those three cars was 15, 20, and 3. The three was my dad and the 15 was another teammate of mine name Micheal Waltrip, and the twenty was my best friend Tony Stewart. When I headed to turn three and four my father got to the outside of me and I got to the bottom of the track inayofuata to the aprons yellow line which meant wewe cannot pass below that line and the only time wewe go under there is if your heading to the pits, avoiding a crash, au when your letting the leaders by. when I exited turn 4 my car then snapped loose again but I could catch it this time. Tony and Micheal both went around me to avoid me as I went spinning across the apron and headed towards the outside ukuta but before I got close to the ukuta I started to brake and gas it avoiding the ukuta and coming to a complete stop Todd:" wewe alright bud? wewe took a quite a spin" I replied "yeah it almost made me puke" Todd then just burst out laughing as I carefully with two of my four tires flat headed towards the pits and to the garage.
A week has gone kwa and today was practice for the 500, in the karakana area I met some other drivers like former champions, legends and some rookies, the drivers that was in my rookie class was, Matt Kenseth, Dave Blaney, and some other drivers I also met some of The legend drivers like Dale Jarret, Mark Martin, Richard Petty (AKA the king), Terry Labonte, Jeff Gordon, Rusty Wallace, Geoff Bodine, and some other drivers. It was time for practice so I got to my car which was the first time I ever stepped into the car, it was comfortable like soft foam kiti, kiti cha was like if I was sitting on a cloud, I strapped in waited for my crew chief which who was my older cousin named Tony Eury Jr to give me the thumbs up to roll out. They finally told me to run some laps then comeback, when I drove onto the track and started build up speed the track was a lot wider then what I expected it to be, the track was like if you'd put two highways inayofuata to each other. I'm now on the track in my #8 car, I finally reach the backstretch as I start to go full speed while I shift up to forth the final gear. My spotter named Todd Parrott "alright bud I'm gonna need wewe to run some lap times for me and we'll see what we need to do with your car alright" I then reply saying " Ten-four" when I turn on turn 3 and 4 my car snapped loose making me wiggle but I caught it and kept going Todd:" whoa that was a close one, how bad is it?" I replied "well if I barely turn it kinda snaps loose" Todd:" alright, make two laps and see if it gets any better" I then make it across the finish line starting my lap time Todd:" your on a clock now" I turn my car down to the inside of turn 1 and 2 but when I exited turn 2 my car went sideways but I caught it before it got outta control Todd:" is it that bad?" I replied "kinda" then coming from behind some drivers drafted me and kombeo shoting pass me, kwa the cars numbers of 45, 88, 24, 10, 97, 42, and 19. there was three cars the slowed down to draft with me and run with me, the numbers on those three cars was 15, 20, and 3. The three was my dad and the 15 was another teammate of mine name Micheal Waltrip, and the twenty was my best friend Tony Stewart. When I headed to turn three and four my father got to the outside of me and I got to the bottom of the track inayofuata to the aprons yellow line which meant wewe cannot pass below that line and the only time wewe go under there is if your heading to the pits, avoiding a crash, au when your letting the leaders by. when I exited turn 4 my car then snapped loose again but I could catch it this time. Tony and Micheal both went around me to avoid me as I went spinning across the apron and headed towards the outside ukuta but before I got close to the ukuta I started to brake and gas it avoiding the ukuta and coming to a complete stop Todd:" wewe alright bud? wewe took a quite a spin" I replied "yeah it almost made me puke" Todd then just burst out laughing as I carefully with two of my four tires flat headed towards the pits and to the garage.
i rap better it makes that air breath let loose.
go head call me gay i be runnin through the mitaani, mtaa with my buds with high shoes;
yeah theyre aint much to do down the street.
now we be rappin through the corner yeah we infinites but we been stoppin be the po-lice.
hujambo pretty lady-
keep lookin sexy, maybe wewe can call me;
keep lookin like wewe aint interested but inside i make ur mouth grindin without no teeth,
(uh)
wewe look at me like im some shit,
yeah wewe cant lie,
say it to my face yeah never mind wewe way 'bove my height
how bout i give wewe an explict,
im like an overdozed bitch
im to greedy to cast spells yeah im for sale no zaidi less than a buck fifthy,
dont bother me when im sittin 'sippin soda under 'neath a tree.
let my body dry,
autumn effects myrhymes now they be fallin leafs.......
go head call me gay i be runnin through the mitaani, mtaa with my buds with high shoes;
yeah theyre aint much to do down the street.
now we be rappin through the corner yeah we infinites but we been stoppin be the po-lice.
hujambo pretty lady-
keep lookin sexy, maybe wewe can call me;
keep lookin like wewe aint interested but inside i make ur mouth grindin without no teeth,
(uh)
wewe look at me like im some shit,
yeah wewe cant lie,
say it to my face yeah never mind wewe way 'bove my height
how bout i give wewe an explict,
im like an overdozed bitch
im to greedy to cast spells yeah im for sale no zaidi less than a buck fifthy,
dont bother me when im sittin 'sippin soda under 'neath a tree.
let my body dry,
autumn effects myrhymes now they be fallin leafs.......
Looks like im under in this bridge,
Fall all over til it no longer tilts
Then it builds UP!
After this bridge im just gonna chill,
But I aint got no time to kill.
Need to fight to death; wait til I catch my breath-
In a sec I rip out Ready to conceal-
Eliminate every rapper in the forest with just a fist-
Fuck it I spit it all, yeah im infinite
Meanin,
I fuck wewe all.
Play down kwa the mitaani, mtaa while the opponent takes my ball;
I aint got no time to write no zaidi rhymes
Now wewe die…but that’ll be a draw;
Cause wewe mbwa chewed up ya collars,
ngumi, punch ‘n kick onyesha how wewe win,
But ya aint no bawlers- freestyle lane of freedom
Sayin you’re the big deal… whatcha breathin?
wewe breathin’ weed
I’d be breedin for those type of wimen semen (ha-ha)
Just kiddin,
Ya need infinite follow the broken trees yeah its my district……
Yeah, infinite
Fall all over til it no longer tilts
Then it builds UP!
After this bridge im just gonna chill,
But I aint got no time to kill.
Need to fight to death; wait til I catch my breath-
In a sec I rip out Ready to conceal-
Eliminate every rapper in the forest with just a fist-
Fuck it I spit it all, yeah im infinite
Meanin,
I fuck wewe all.
Play down kwa the mitaani, mtaa while the opponent takes my ball;
I aint got no time to write no zaidi rhymes
Now wewe die…but that’ll be a draw;
Cause wewe mbwa chewed up ya collars,
ngumi, punch ‘n kick onyesha how wewe win,
But ya aint no bawlers- freestyle lane of freedom
Sayin you’re the big deal… whatcha breathin?
wewe breathin’ weed
I’d be breedin for those type of wimen semen (ha-ha)
Just kiddin,
Ya need infinite follow the broken trees yeah its my district……
Yeah, infinite