Dave, Fist of Odin Hey there Mr. G-Vrill
You be lookin' all wacked and you be lookin' all ill
Where you eyes at? Why you skinny? That's the bad kind of chill!
Most people want the freaky get some bling on they grill

Now we be fightin' Xorns and Otyughs to get some mad loot
I even hiked through the desert in a fucking metal suit
So now you're all be-liched with a freakey metal man
And your cleric buddy looks like he's never gonna tan

And dude, you all crazy. You like flies in the wine.
The situation here between us be the opposite of fine.
So now we gonna put you down, gonna show you that it's time
For the rhymes and the skills and the cryin' and the dyin'

(Beat-boxin')  ¶ 2:08 AM