I just choked on my cheeseburger listening to that.

I highlighted some things I've seen/read here on the forums that SRT-4 owners have actually done.
Song lyrics...
love my Honda like I love my ganja
I’ll smoke ya v-8 like I smoke marijuana
Back up boy and show some respect
My Honda civic has a 4 cylinder vtec
When I go out people wanna see my ride
They always stare at the "Type R" on the side
I painted my hood black for that carbon fiber look
My windshield wiper lights that off tha fuckin hook
I took off my hubcaps cause they give me better times
When I rip a new track I’m stunnin on my rhymes
My exhaust turned sideways with a 5 inch tip
I raced a z06 and took home his pink slip
I got a new spoiler from J.C. whitney
It's a 15 inch doublestak worth every penny
APC decals and two racing stripes
4 ion blue daytime runiing lights
When I take off tha front tires go up in smoke
And chevy’s with 350’s ain’t nothing but a joke
Went to Pep Boys and bought all the neon lights
Its like Las Vegas when you see me at night
Don’t mess with tha vtec cause it’ll send ya home
Cryin lika fat kid that dropped his ice cream cone
When ya see my comin get outta my way
I gotta cruise tha mall cause you know its Friday
I doing loud fly-bys all down tha highway
Bumping some techno with my visor turned sideways
If you wanna race ya ass will get tossed
I throw in it neutral and rev up the exhaust
I’m gonna leave your ass in a world on pain
My adrenaline rushin with tha rice in my veins
Nutra slam it in drive when the light turns green
And I’ll eat a Saleen like ya momma lean cusine
I got another victory in the "domestic basher"
I’ll pull in front of you and throw on my flashers
When ya lost you called me a cheater
Ya just couldn't hang with the 1.6 liter
Tha Civic is more like a rocket than it is a car
You’ll be sayin to ya self “damn is that a type R”
(Fast & Furious interlude)
Don’t mess with Hondas cause they’re outta ya class
I wait till ya get beside me trying ta pass
Let ya hear tha vtec when I step on tha gas
Next thing ya know your ass is finishin last
I fix you a "Type R" burger with some vtec sauce
You’re ass will be fired cause Honda is tha boss
Is NOT called nitrious tha shit is called called NOS
You should know by now your life is a loss
It’s about time you stop driving all them wrecks
Get a job at hardees and save all ya checks
Or sue KFC for falling on ya neck
And when you get paid buy yourself a Vtec
And the other song lyrics...
Rollin down the strip just hollerin’ at bitches
My Honda is bouncing cut the springs 3 inches
My neons are flashing with the beat of my bass
Just another Friday night and my Civics ready to race
I got mad props for days from all the races that I’m winning
And when I’m stopped at a redlight my hubcaps keep spinning
My Seat is layed back got my hat cocked to the side
My skin may be white but I claim asian pride
My FWD is just burning up the streets
While I got your head bobbin to this cold ass beat
Tearing down you block with my crazy ass drivin’
I’m ripping through your town like hurricane Ivan
Got the music blaring from my audiovox speakers
The crowd parts in half when I hit the strobes in my blinkers
People gather around looking kinda curious
They all wanted to know if I’m in the Fast and the Furious.
I got out of my car with my pants just saggin
Then popped open my hood so I could start bragging
Chrome exhaust tip with built in LED lights
Custom cold air intake made from PVC pipe
2 Jensen subs in the trunk that are bangin’ hard
Grill from Home Depot made from Gutter Guard
Reving up my exhaust at everything I drive by
Saw a Camero in the slow lane and gave him a ricer fly by
I got your mirrors vibrating from the bass of my subs
I told my momma for Crimus I want the Giovanni Dubs
I got Japanese symbols on the back of my car
If you could read Japanese it would say Type R
I got a carbon fiber wing that stands 3 ft high
It it was any bigger I’d be flyin’ in the sky
Fools driving driving domestics know that imports are superior
I got 15 horsepower just by painting my interior
I got more horsepower than the phonebooks got pages
And my speedometer reads 140 on my indiglo gauges
I got purple neons underneath that keep the ground lit
3 more paychecks and I’ll have my body kit
Got decals on the side of all the sponsors I wanna get
And they’ll all coming crawling cause this songs about to hit
I gotta get my Civic ready for the road to Nopi
When the judges see my car I’ll get the first place trophy
I’ll smoke any car at Hot Import Nights
The only thing you will see is my altezza taillights
Cause everybody knows Hondas are the fastest car yet
I’ll eat a mustang for breakfast and shit out a corvette