Originally Posted by Vaclav
To think I am Horace (my Trad brother), is ridiculous beyond my mind. Your paranoia, it's a sign of too much time with the Malindas.
The book of the new school Trad game Writers treat us like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me we're a different kind V & H, brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' We don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that We're Trolls Some say I never heard of 'ya Trad imposters, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype...