Ca-chow! I AM speed. You can't compare.
I'm Lightning McQueen! Come race me at rap if you dare.
You're skills are rusty, Rainbow. Here's some Rust-eze.
I'm racing in rap round corner three.
I don't need wings to be the fastest rapper.
You got the slowest animal ever, should have gotten a trapper.
You know, McQueen. You could use something to get yourself 20% cooler.
How about the Rainblow Dry? Even that couldn't fix you to be faster than Bueller.
I can't believe this. You look like an even more messed up version of Discord.
Get out while you can, McQueen. You're rapping on my record.
I'm racing round the curb, round the butte.
Racing right into kicking your rainbow shoot.
I got pulled into the World Grand Prix and won.
As for you, you're just a little blue pony, hon.
Your lightning is fake. Mine's a real one.
It got given to me through a Sonic Rainboom. I'm the only one.
No one can go faster than me. Not even the Doc.
I could run right through all of your WGP races and spin out the clock.