M.B.O.E

My brothers would fight a dragon for me, but they’d laugh at your dumb face.

I’d let my brothers burn down a house for me, but they’d ignore your ugly face.

My brothers would kill for me, but they’d just roll their eyes at your face.

You are nothing. My brothers are everything. You are literally nothing.

You are like a broken pencil. Useless. My brothers are like sharp knives. Pointy and deadly.

You are a side dish. My brothers are the main course. You are literally nothing.

My brothers would take a bullet for me, but they’d cringe at your terrible jokes.

You tell a joke. My brothers roll their eyes. They’d take a bullet for me, but they’d cringe at your jokes.

Your jokes are worse than my ex’s mood swings. My brothers would fight for me, but they’d cringe at your jokes.

I listen to my brothers even when they scream at me like a bunch of angry raccoons.

My brothers are loud, annoying, and I still listen to them like they’re the king of the world.

Even when my brothers act like they’re the king of the world, I still listen to them.

My brothers are pizza. You are like a soggy crust. I’d take a bite of pizza over your soggy crust any day.

You are a soggy crust. My brothers are a perfectly cooked pizza. I’d eat pizza over you.

You are the soggy crust of life. My brothers are the cheesy center. I’d choose cheese over your soggy crust.

My brothers are the best. You are the worst. That’s all there is to it.

You are the worst. My brothers are the best. It’s a simple truth.

You are the worst. My brothers are the best. No debate. No discussion.