Sherman League Showdown

Lyrics

[Intro: The League’s Story]
Welcome to the Sherman Fantasy Football League, where shit gets real,
If you ain’t ready to battle, then you better fuckin’ kneel.
Tallon took year one, Danny owned year two,
But this season, bitches, we’re gunnin’ for you.

Rod, Eric, and Jack couldn’t hang with the pace,
But the rest of us? We’re ready to take our place.
Sherman Fantasy Football League, where the legends rise,
Step up or get crushed, we’re takin’ the prize.

[Chorus: Bonedawg’s Anthem]
Bonedawg’s the boss, the king of this game,
Buffalo’s finest, puttin’ all y’all to shame.
Fat girls love him, milfs on the chase,
He’s runnin’ this league, ain’t no one takin’ his place.

[Verse 1: Bonedawg’s Verse]
Bonedawg’s the fuckin’ king, the one you all fear,
Buffalo-born, crushin’ it year after year.
He’s got the swagger, got the fuckin’ style,
When he’s runnin’ this league, y’all better stay a while.

Fat girls on his line, milfs in his bed,
He’s the Commissioner, get it through your head.
No one does it better, no one comes close,
He’s the fuckin’ reason this league boasts the most.

Bonedawg rules with a grip so tight,
You fuck with him once, you won’t see the light.
He’s the legend, the myth, the man in charge,
In the Sherman League, he’s livin’ fuckin’ large.

[Verse 2: The League’s Veterans]
Colin from Rochester, where the bodies drop fast,
Murder capital king, ready to outlast.
Gerald in Greenwood, flyin’ with those birds,
But in this fuckin’ league, he’s flippin’ the words.

Tallon from Sumpter, with Clemson pride,
Citadel-born, he’s ready to ride.
Hass from the Citadel, slingin’ that rope,
In the Sherman League, dashin’ your hope.

[Verse 3: The Newcomers & The Steady Hand]
Jacob in Raleigh, breakin’ backs and heads,
But on draft day, he’s leavin’ ‘em dead.
Danny from Charlotte, slicin’ through the field,
His fantasy game’s tight, he’s refusin’ to yield.

Isaac’s the silent storm, but don’t be deceived,
New to the league, but he’s got somethin’ up his sleeve.
Nick’s the one to tell you, your team’s a joke,
He’ll let Gerald know his squad’s about to choke.

[Verse 4: The Rest of the Crew & Ramon]
Evan’s mock drafts? Man, he’s clockin’ in hard,
But his teams been mid, now he’s raisin’ the bar.
Josh in the Mustang, with Chiefs in his sight,
Might be a Swifty, but he’s here to fight.

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’ it down,
Sherman Fantasy Football League, where we go round for round.

[Chorus: Bonedawg’s Anthem]
Bonedawg’s the boss, the king of this game,
Buffalo’s finest, puttin’ all y’all to shame.
Fat girls love him, milfs on the chase,
He’s runnin’ this league, ain’t no one takin’ his place.

[Outro: The Sherman League Forever]
This is Sherman Fantasy Football League, where the real ones fight,
Where the weak get crushed, and the strong take flight.
Here’s to the season, the blood, and the war,
May the best man stand, and fuck the rest on the floor.