Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no drill,
The 2025 champ is here, and I'm coming with the skill to kill.
My fantasy team, yeah, that's where the magic is bred,
While your rosters are looking depleted and dead.
Josh Allen's throwing bombs, lighting the sky,
Gibbs is a blur, making defenders cry.
Sam LaPorta's snagging passes, my Lions are both beasts,
And AJ Brown's a monster on the field, ready to feast.
Boko Harambe is gonna rack up the points, while y’all weak ass teams will be begging for coins
The 25 championship trophy, by me it'll be worn. This is the kill shot, consider yourselves warned.
First up it’s Peter. With his grand plans and schemes, talking bout a 3-peat? Nah, someone get Audrey to tell him that that’s some wildest dreams.
League dumpster Garrett up next. You think you're slick, think you're so smart,
But your squad is falling apart.
This is a lost season, man, just start training for Boston right now,
While I'll be laughing, taking over, taking my bow.
Oh little boy Ayyy-Nelzzz. He’s always talking that talk,
But your game's softer than a pillow walk.
You'll crumble fast like the Vikings to the Eagles, can't handle the heat,
Watching from your trainer on Sundays, accepting defeat.
Freaking ginger boy Will. Always be fronting, trying to act tough,
But you're moving to Austin? From me to Queens biggest fraud man, that’s enough!
You'll be fumbling, tripping, losing your stride,
The NoKo boys can’t help you now, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Henry, so quiet, you think you're a threat?
You're a soft suburbanite now, can't handle the sweat.
Go practice mini-golf, that's a better use of your time,
'Cause in this game, you ain't worth a dime.
And then there's Dorf. Since you moved out, it's true,
We ain't brothers no more, got nothing to do.
Left the crew behind, thought you were legit,
Now you're just forgotten, a faded old pic.
Jbau, always a step behind me, it's the truth,
Living in Indiana? Go hang at the KKK booth
Your moves are dated, just like your beloved deer,
Only difference is you can't stretch my contract, I'll always be here
Bryce. Oh man. You got some nerve, thinking you're great,
But your game's rusty, sealed your fate.
Here’s a paddle, stick to rowing the boat.
And I’ll use mine on your bitch ass, let it be known.
Lame ass Kyle. Always out here with his wack ass talk, so full of hot air,
Your efforts are futile, soon you'll be fried chicken, I swear.
And Mitch, last but not least, always a fuss,
You'll be left in the wreck like All-may-duh. Covered in dust.
Your hopes will be shattered, your dreams will ignite,
As I rise to the top, shining so bright.
Ohhhh yeah how could I forget, that lil boy Smeethan. Old news, over the hill, ready for a beatin.
Dude, listen up, this ain't no game,
I'm the realest MC in the chat, gonna etch my name.
So all you haters can step die,
I'm the champ this year, like chestnut, ain’t gonna be no surprise, step aside, it’s free to witness right before your eyes!
