First 15 minutes' worth of effort...still missing a Canzano connection, Dame and some other stuff I have bundled up in the brain...
Once again, S2 is back, at the brunt of an attack
Taking rap shit from a guy so white that salt starts to think it’s black
We’re suffering slings and arrows, from K-Falls to the Narrows,
For being hard-core Blazer fans with pinwheels in our marrow
Like when Jaynes makes up his bogus claims, as regular as Portland rain
Egg on his face so often that his dome’s permanently soufflé-stained
Sure, we’ve got our homers, our trolls and our stoners
It wouldn’t be a forum without some doozy written boners
Like "AmMo with the 4th pick!", like promising Number 12 would stick,
Screaming “I was right” all summer until some of us think you’re a prick
But those posts are for US to trash, those egos are for US to smash
We do this for the love, not ‘cause 620 promised us some cash
No, we’re not friends—no Ross or Rachel here— and Wookee likes some nasty beer
But when it comes to our Home Team we’re on our feet as one to cheer
We’re more a family, like the Bradys, crammed in a hot Mercedes
Zooming toward a Finals future like this was the 1980’s
Like Clyde wasn’t bald yet, like my man Buck was still a Net,
Hell, like me and AC Green ain’t even got our dicks wet yet
You’ve got access deep inside this Magic MODA carpet ride,
But when the team does well you write and bitch like something’s chapped your hide
It’s a shame that Oregon media takes this gift and turns it all to waste
Help K*be out, Taylor Danforth, and tell me how my ass tastes
