Testo di Wifi Ralph: Quebrando a Internet - A Place Called Slaughter Race

What can it be that calls me to this place today? This lawless car ballet, what can it be? Am I a baby pigeon, sprouting wings to soar? Was that a metaphor? Hey, there's a Dollar Store Look, I’m rhyming; my spirit's climbing As I'm called through this fog of mace To this place called Slaughter Race Welcome back, watch your head Hate to see you end up dead Let’s get this party rolling Is that appliance stolen? We have Fallen wires, dumpster fires, creepy clowns, and burning tires That great white in the sewer You'll be happy that you knew her Dogs and cats, they sure taste great With a side of license plate Some flag us deplorable Well, I think you're adorable We may be a motley crew, but our hearts ring true And just for you, a face tattoo Ah, Slaughter Race, ooh-ooh-oh My heart's in flight, and, wow, it's a blast Feels like my dreams are real at least No trace of a frown upon your face Flying so fast Setting the pace Living the life Loving the chase Now is the time Here is the place This Slaughter Race I know I should go But home feels so slow These roads are paved with dreams Happy dreams, not creepy clown dreams What would Ralph say if it turns out I stay In this place called Slaughter Race? In this place called Slaughter Race