Sherman League Chronicles

Lyrics

[Intro: The League’s Story] Welcome to the Sherman Fantasy Football League, where the shit gets real, If you’re not ready for battle, then you better fuckin’ kneel. Tallon took year one, Danny snatched year two, But this season, motherfuckers, we’re comin’ for you. 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 Anthem] Bonedawg’s the boss, the fuckin’ kingpin, Buffalo’s pride, where the chaos begins. Fat girls love him, milfs fall in line, He’s runnin’ this league, and he’s feelin’ fucking fine [Verse 1: The League’s Veterans] Colin from Rochester, where the streets are cold, Murder capital king, football’s in his soul. Gerald in Greenwood, with those sorry-ass birds, But in this league, he’s spittin’ some new words. Tallon from Sumpter, with Clemson in his blood, Citadel-forged, he’s bringin’ the flood. Hass from the Citadel, slingin’ that rope, In the Sherman League, crushin’ all hope. [Verse 2: The Newcomers & The Steady Hand] Jacob in Raleigh, crackin’ spines with flair, But on draft day, he’s whoopin’ some ass, beware. Danny from Charlotte, swingin’ clubs like a pro, In fantasy or on the greens, he’s ready to go. Isaac’s the quiet storm, deadly but calm, New to the game, but ready to drop bombs. Nick’s the straight shooter, no bullshit in sight, He’ll let Gerald know his team’s a fuckin’ fright. [Verse 3: The Rest of the Crew & Ramon] Evan’s mock drafts? Man, he’s a beast, But his teams been mid, time to fuckin’ feast. Josh in the Mustang, with Chiefs on his mind, Might be a Swifty, but he’s leavin’ you behind. Ramon’s got clarity, his game’s on lock, Brings peace to the body, but on draft day, he’ll shock. In this fuckin’ league, he’s holdin’ his ground, Sherman Fantasy Football League, where we fuckin’ get down. [Chorus: Bonedawg’s Anthem] Bonedawg’s the boss, the fuckin’ kingpin, Buffalo’s pride, where the chaos begins. Fat girls love him, milfs fall in line, He’s runnin’ this league, and he’s feelin’ fuckin fine. [Outro: The Sherman League Forever] This is Sherman Fantasy Football League, where the battles are fought, Where the legends are made, and the weak ones get caught. Here’s to the season, the blood, and the grind, May the best man win, and leave the rest behind.