No Sauce, No Trophy.

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Intro] Yeah… Big Baller League. Y’all been way too comfortable. Ray got one trophy and lost his damn mind. Felix still trash. Guru still blind. Akeem… we already know. Tony ain’t got no sauce. Matt and Mike? Them boys quit. Bad Hombre. Run it. [Verse 1] I came in the league and I’m clearing the room, Bad Hombre season, better recognize soon. Felix talk loud but his roster say less, Every draft somehow turns good picks to a mess. Ray got a trophy, now he think he the man, Returning champ walking like we scared of his plan. That was last year, better live in the past, I’m coming for the crown and that victory won’t last. Guru named Guru but the motherfucker blind, Bottle-cap lenses and still can’t read the signs. Glasses so thick they got weight to the frame, Still squintin’ at his roster like, “Who the fuck do I play?” Giving out advice while his own team’s weak, Can’t see the waiver wire sitting right on the screen. Got two telescopes sitting right on his face, And still can’t see Bad Hombre taking first place. Akeem step up—you ain’t getting away, You’ve been donating wins since opening day. Every damn season, “This year I’m tough!” Same ending every year— Akeem still sucks. [Hook] BAD HOMBRE — WHO BETTER THAN ME? Whole damn league getting cooked for free. Talk all you want, I don’t care what you claim, I’m coming for the money, the trophy, the name. Eleven other teams, all food to me, Big Baller League knows who runs this shit. I don’t need good luck— Y’ALL NEED IT. [Verse 2] Tony got no sauce, somebody get him a jar, Drafting plain-ass players, scared of a star. No spice, no flavor, your whole team’s dry, Fantasy football version of plain white rice. Now Fat Matt quit? Man, ain’t that nice, Big body, little heart, couldn’t handle the fight. Mike quit too when the pressure got hot, Two empty seats— Thanks for saving the spots. Ray clutch that trophy, keep it polished and clean, Might be the last championship that you ever see. Felix changing lineups, Guru can’t see, Akeem at the bottom where he’s destined to be. Tony searching everywhere trying to find some sauce, Matt and Mike quit before taking a loss. Everybody got excuses when the standings get tough— Bad Hombre got one answer: Y’ALL AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH. [Outro] Felix — trash. Guru — bottle-cap vision. Akeem — still trash. Tony — find some damn sauce. Matt and Mike — enjoy retirement. And Ray? Keep that championship warm. BAD HOMBRE’S COMING FOR IT.