Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no drill,
It's a lyrical autopsy, the Broncos are the kill.
Elway, that horse-faced fool, his legacy's in flames,
Tradin for Mr. Unlimited, the biggest of shames.
Payton, the supposed offensive guru, a fraud exposed,
His playbook's dusty, his strategies decomposed.
Broncos, Broncos, you're a cosmic joke,
A black hole of talent, where players go and choke.
Your offense is anemic, your defense is Swiss cheese,
Every Sunday's like gonorrhea, a painful disease.
Bo Nix? Don’t draft him, that dude's like 85
He’s throwin ducks, interceptions flyin' high.
Every pass he lets loose makes the fans wanna cry.
Quarterback roulette, ain't no savior to find,
Since Peyton Manning’s HGH, they've been blind.
Peyton’s neck, yeah, it’s barely intact,
His wife ordered shipments to keep him on track.
Mile High miracles? Nah, that ain't real
Now they’re sittin in the basement all up in their feels
Broncos, Broncos, you're a cosmic joke,
A black hole of talent, where players go and choke.
Your offense is anemic, your defense is Swiss cheese,
Every Sunday's like gonorrhea, a painful disease.
Remember the Orange Crush? Those days are long gone,
Replaced by a stale orange, moldy and withdrawn.
You're the laughingstock of the league, a pathetic display,
A dumpster fire of failure, burnin' day by day.
Broncos, Broncos, you're a cosmic joke,
A black hole of talent, where players go and choke.
Your offense is anemic, your defense is Swiss cheese,
Every Sunday's like gonorrhea, a painful disease.
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