Brogg:Vrill, you lost your flava And now I'm askin you a favor Let me be you're savior Just sign this waiver I'll release you from that geas Jus' smoke my pipe of peace Yeah, down on yo knees Make like you was in Greece You used to be a villian But now you just illin' An these rhymes are penicillin How's does it feel, Bob Dylan? Just think about this G: What if you kick our ass? Your big reward is this land of glass? Your skinny ass and the KoA mass? Yeah, you'll be be top-dog But not high-on-the-hog Sounds kinda shitty to Brogg Sorry if I don't read your blog So G, you choose how to end this impasse You can be The Eternal Ass of Glass Or you can surrender with class
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