Lyrics

[Intro]
Tallon took year one, Danny claimed year two,
But this season, motherfuckers, we’re comin’ for you.

[Verse 1]
Rod, Eric, and Jack couldn’t handle the grind,
But the rest of us? We’re the baddest you’ll find.
Sherman Fantasy Football League, where legends are born,
Step up or get wrecked, it’s your ass that we’ll mourn.

[Chorus]
Bonedawg’s the Commish, but on draft day he’s Triple T,
Buffalo’s wildest, livin’ fast and free.
Milfs got his love, fat girls got none,
But he’s in it for the ring, motherfuckers, and he’s not done.

[Verse 2]
Colin’s from Rochester, where they don’t fuck around,
Murder capital king, ready to break ground.
Gerald’s reppin’ Greenwood, flyin’ high with his birds,
Eagles in his heart, always true to his word.

[Verse 3]
Tallon from Sumpter, with that Clemson pride,
Citadel-made, takin’ you for a ride.
Hass from the sticks, slingin’ that rope,
In this league, motherfucker, he’s crushin’ your hope.

[Bridge]
Jacob in Raleigh, chuggin’ beers like a beast,
On draft day, he’s ready for the feast.
Danny’s got the chops, cuttin’ through the rest,
Fantasy game sharp, he’s playin’ with the best.

[Chorus]
Bonedawg’s the Commish, but on draft day he’s Triple T,
Buffalo’s wildest, livin’ fast and free.
Milfs got his love, fat girls got none,
But he’s in it for the ring, motherfuckers, and he’s not done.

[Verse 4]
Isaac’s the quiet storm, don’t mistake his grace,
New to the league, but he’s ready to ace.
Nick’s the straight shooter, no filter in sight,
He’ll tell Gerald straight up, “Your team’s fuckin’ shite.”

[Outro]
This is Sherman Fantasy Football, where the strong survive,
Where legends are made, and we fuckin’ thrive.
So here’s to the season, the glory, the score,
May the best man win, and we’ll be back for more.