Everybody gets it

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EVERYBODY GETS IT Bad Hombre — Part II [Intro] Ayy… Thought Part One was everybody? Nah. Bad Hombre back. Nobody gets a pass. ⸻ [Verse 1] Tom Jack draft day, same shit every year, See a Chicago Bear and start shifting his gears. Whole Bears roster like the franchise ain’t ass, Then wonder why his fantasy team finish dead last. Tom, your loyalty cute, but your record ain’t that, Chicago don’t know you—quit drafting like that. When them Bears start losing, don’t blow up the chat— R-E-L-A-X. Guru still blind, thick lenses on his face, Can’t see his own team getting dragged through the place. Bottle-cap glasses, still missing the truth— Can’t see that you suck? Man, the problem is you. Greenlee thought being quiet meant I’d skip his ass, Nah, I checked the roster— That whole motherfucker trash. No setup, no metaphor, nothing to add, Your lineup already wrote every joke that I had. ⸻ [HOOK] Everybody gets it! Everybody gets it! Big Baller League, Bad Hombre sent the message. Champ or rookie, I don’t give a fuck who— If you’re in this league, then I’m talking to you. Everybody gets it! Everybody gets it! Whole league on notice, better learn your lesson. Y’all fighting each other just to see who’s number two— Bad Hombre on top. What the fuck y’all gonna do? ⸻ [Verse 2] Ortiz Senior, Junior—now this shit’s sad, Junior got his fantasy skills straight from his dad. Like father, like son, keep the tradition alive— Two generations getting cooked at the same damn time. Senior taught Junior everything that he knows, Explains why both motherfuckers stay taking these L’s. Same blood, same name, same shit when it’s done— Like father. Like son. Like loss. Felix start losing, now he’s working the phones, Trade offers every hour, won’t leave shit alone. Working the trade block like he’s out on patrol, Pulling managers over trying to bargain for gold. Four trash players for a first-round back? That’s not a trade, Officer— That’s attempted theft, that’s facts. Every year same case when his season gets rough, Starts seeking trades like he’s building a bust. But the evidence is clear, so let’s close this case: Felix ain’t seeking a trade— he’s seeking a fucking escape. ⸻ [Verse 3] Lenzi and Estrada, new blood in the league, Matt and Mike quit, now it’s two more for me. Don’t mistake being new for getting a pass, Bad Hombre don’t give a fuck— I’m coming for your ass. You took two empty spots, now earn your respect, ’Cause Matt and Mike folded when the pressure got checked. They quit before the smoke— Y’all walked straight into it. Welcome to Big Baller. Now let’s see if you can fucking do it. Ray still champ? Keep polishing that crown, New season started, that shit don’t help you now. Akeem still trash, Tony still got no sauce, Bad Hombre walking in like— WHO THE FUCK IS THE BOSS? ⸻ [FINAL HOOK] Everybody gets it! Everybody gets it! Felix cutting deals trying to dodge his sentence. Guru can’t see it, Tom drafting Bears, Greenlee bringing trash like nobody cares. Everybody gets it! Everybody gets it! Ortiz Sr. and Jr.—family tradition. Lenzi, Estrada, welcome to the show— Bad Hombre putting EVERYBODY on notice. ⸻ [Outro] Ray— Your trophy’s on borrowed time. Felix— Stop trying to negotiate your way out. Guru— Bottle-cap lenses… Still can’t see how shitty you are. Akeem— Still fucking trash. Tony— Still no sauce. Tom Jack— Draft another Bear. I fucking dare you. And when Chicago starts losing— R-E-L-A-X. Greenlee— Trash. Ortiz Senior. Ortiz Junior. Like father. Like son. Like loss. Lenzi. Estrada. Matt and Mike left two open seats. Y’all walked right into the smoke. Big Baller League… Nobody got skipped. Nobody gets a pass. BAD HOMBRE. EVERYBODY. GETS. IT.