Sherman Fantasy Showdown

Lyrics

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

[Verse 1]
Rod, Eric, Jack couldn’t handle the grind,
But the rest of us here, we’re the baddest you’ll find.
This fantasy league’s where legends are born,
Step up, get wrecked, it’s your ass we’ll mourn.

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

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

[Verse 3]
Tallon from Sumpter, Clemson pride’s his stride,
Citadel-born, takin’ you for a ride.
Hass from the sticks, slingin’ rope, no joke,
In this league, motherfucker, he’s makin’ you choke.

[Bridge]
Jacob in Raleigh, chuggin’ beers, beast mode,
On draft day, he’s ready, locked and loaded.
Danny’s got skills, slicin’ through the pack,
Fantasy champ, he’s got no slack.

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

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

[Outro]
This is Sherman Fantasy, where the strong survive,
Where legends are made, and we fuckin’ thrive.
Here’s to the season, the glory, the score,
Best man wins, we’ll be back for more.