GOD SPEED YE C.I.D.

Displacement is my salvation, I shall not want more
He granteth me time on sticky fresh tarmack
He leadeth me to high octane fuel
He restores wear n tear and empowers my ride
He leadeth me down roads of righteosness for hole shot sake
Yea though I race through the valley of the owners of rice
I shall fear no turbo, for Torque art with me
Thy connecting rod and piston are mighty
You set a lane before me in the presence of my adversaries
You annointed my modified with synthetic oil, my victory cup overfloweth
May swift reaction time, traction and acceleration persue me all the days of my conquests
And I will park in the garage of thy king for the rest of mine days