My cracka RJ *almost* called me out.. not playin' nice...
Gameplans like Parcells, Talks shit like Vanilla Ice...
Thinks he's Cock of the Walk struttin' round like T.O....
But secretly wishing that he was Mr. Mo..
So the season is over and yeah, we took our knocks...
But we ain't gutted, still schemin', lookin' to get our rocks...
Off right in the face of the bishes in the seven...
We went 8-8, but it's better than five and eleven..
Lost a bunch of close games and it's all about the chemistry...
But a season from now, it'll all be just a memory...
Cause we're working on our builds and already scoutin'...
To put the big Nighthawk flag on the top of the mountain..
So keep ya weakass smack right where it belongs...
Behind mama's cookin' apron and just under my schlong...
Cause while you may have made out like bandits in Season Five...
Season Six is on the docket and Tucson is very much alive..
And before I clock out and leave the seven with my swagger...
I'm hearing some faint memories from the lil Teabagger...
Hey Hate, turn off your caps lock and remember which...
Agent you're talkin' to, brah.. Boy, you're still my bitch.
Gameplans like Parcells, Talks shit like Vanilla Ice...
Thinks he's Cock of the Walk struttin' round like T.O....
But secretly wishing that he was Mr. Mo..
So the season is over and yeah, we took our knocks...
But we ain't gutted, still schemin', lookin' to get our rocks...
Off right in the face of the bishes in the seven...
We went 8-8, but it's better than five and eleven..
Lost a bunch of close games and it's all about the chemistry...
But a season from now, it'll all be just a memory...
Cause we're working on our builds and already scoutin'...
To put the big Nighthawk flag on the top of the mountain..
So keep ya weakass smack right where it belongs...
Behind mama's cookin' apron and just under my schlong...
Cause while you may have made out like bandits in Season Five...
Season Six is on the docket and Tucson is very much alive..
And before I clock out and leave the seven with my swagger...
I'm hearing some faint memories from the lil Teabagger...
Hey Hate, turn off your caps lock and remember which...
Agent you're talkin' to, brah.. Boy, you're still my bitch.