Look at me, Strange. Of course I'm not Snoop. He's a saint up in rap heaven right now and I'm not the one who's going to blaspheme his name by pretending to that level of divine rhyme. All I can do is repeat the old songs like hymns, praying that he might bless me with some of his talent.
[He rambles along as Strange gets comfortable.]
You might guess classic rock wasn't my forte. I can try, but you don't get to whine if I get it wrong.
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[He rambles along as Strange gets comfortable.]
You might guess classic rock wasn't my forte. I can try, but you don't get to whine if I get it wrong.