[intro]
Strike the match… watch it catch…
Twelve go in — one walks back…
[verse]
Rockstar division, Cowboy crew,
Doesn’t matter — I’m coming for you!
Slotted at four, torch in my grip,
Tiki’s back, let the whole thing rip!
[verse]
Mason at one, three-and-eleven ghost,
Misa the GOAT? You’ll fear me the most!
Theebowers bowling gutters again,
OldNslow’s slow — that’s why you can’t win!
[pre-chorus]
Douse the field, let the embers rise,
Watch the panic burn in your eyes!
[chorus]
I’M GONNA LIGHT YOU UP! (LIGHT YOU UP!)
Burn your whole draft to ash!
I’M GONNA LIGHT YOU UP! (LIGHT YOU UP!)
Watch your playoff hopes CRASH!
TIKI! TORCHERS! Rising through the flame —
Ryeman’s Rad League screaming out my name!
[verse]
GTB sank like a stone in the sea,
MILK & HONEY? Sweet little treat —
Botastico rebranded, still gonna get BEAT!
Fly Samma Fly — you’re grounded, can’t you see?
[verse]
Give A Dog A wore the crown last year —
Now I’m the fire your dynasty fears!
Team Krypto took second, so close to the throne —
This year the podium BURNS and you crash all alone!
[verse]
Fetchin’ Touchdowns, my love, my bride —
You’ll fetch a loss when we collide!
Sweetest rival in the whole darn game —
But draft day, darling, you still BURN in my flame!
[bridge]
Feel the heat crawl up your spine —
This whole league is BURNING mine!
Roster to ashes, dreams to smoke —
Choke on the flame, watch your season CHOKE!
I don’t draft — I DETONATE —
Tiki Torchers SEAL YOUR FATE!
[gang vocals]
TI-KI! (huh!) TOR-CHERS! (huh!)
BURN! IT! DOWN!
[chorus]
I’M GONNA LIGHT YOU UP! (LIGHT YOU UP!)
No survivors, no retreat!
I’M GONNA LIGHT YOU UP! (LIGHT YOU UP!)
Bow before the heat!
TIKI! TORCHERS! Champions of flame —
Draft day death match — I’m here to REIGN!
[outro]
…pick number four…
…I’ll see you all in ashes…
