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 motherfuckers 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.