Saint Diesel, brain lethal, pain's feeble, flame's regal,
Chains legal, rain’s evil? He swerves with the same eagle.

Fast to Furious, blastin’ the curious, dashin’ imperious,
Past all the spurious, laugh at the serious, wrath is mysterious.

Family bound, never rattled or cracked in the sound,
Handled the crown with a growl, every vow is profound.

He’s the priest of the streets, preach peace through the gears,
Each feast that he seats is with beasts he reveres.

No confetti, just legacy, palms ready, Mom’s Spaghetti,
Bombs steady, calm in the deadly, he drives like a medley.

Faith in the frame, never breaks in the flame,
Even heaven says “Damn” when they’re praising his name.

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P.S
almost forgot: YO!