Bills Mafia Anthem

Lyrics

[Intro: Explosive drums, powerful guitar riff]

Welcome to Buffalo, where the winds cut deep,
We’re Bills Mafia, where the strong don’t sleep.
Born from grit, with hearts of fire,
Labatt in hand, we’re taking it higher.

[Verse 1: Raw and intense]

We’re the only team in New York, that’s no lie,
Jets stuck in Jersey, let them fucking try.
Josh Allen’s our king, the real MVP,
Destroying defenses, shedding them clean.
Keon’s in the zero, drafted 33,
Ready to rise and fuck up history.
Kincaid’s on the climb, tight end with might,
James Cook in the backfield, giving bitches a fright.

[Chorus: Anthemic, defiant]

In the heart of Buffalo, where we don’t mess around,
We’re chasing the crown, tearing shit down.
Jets can keep dreaming, they’re fake as fuck,
2024’s our year, we’re here to disrupt.
Fuck Miami, Tua’s just a joke,
And the Patriots? Bitch, they’re broke.

[Verse 2: Aggressive, unapologetic]

From Erie’s shores to the stadium’s roar,
We stand united, ready for war.
Josh owns the East, we’re running the show,
Dolphins drowning, too damn slow.
Trent and Colin chugging beers, this anthem’s our cry,
Blasting it loud, middle fingers to the sky.
From the downtown bars to Orchard Park’s glow,
Bills Mafia’s the heartbeat, where true fans grow.

[Bridge: Fierce, relentless]

Chiefs think they’re hot, but they’re just Swifties in disguise,
No wide receivers, and a QB with a frog’s cries.
In the cold and the snow, we rise as one,
With Allen at the helm, we get shit done.
Keon, Kincaid, Cook, and more,
Marching like soldiers to the Lombardi door.
Von’s got the fire, the hunger to attack,
Buffalo’s ready, no fucking turning back.
Bills Mafia, this anthem’s for you,
In red, white, and blue, we’ll see it through.

[Final Chorus: Full-throttle, defiant]

In the heart of Buffalo, where we don’t fuck around,
We’re chasing the crown, tearing shit down.
Jets can keep dreaming, they’re fake as fuck,
2024’s our year, we’re here to disrupt.
Fuck Miami, Tua’s just a joke,
And the Patriots? Bitch, they’re broke.

[Outro: High-energy, victorious chant]

Trent and Colin, beers held high,
Bills Mafia strong, under the cold sky.
This anthem’s our ritual, a song for our souls,
In Buffalo, we’re chasing those Super Bowl goals.
Let’s Go Buffalo! Fuck the rest!
Let’s Go Buffalo! We’re the best!