Son of the year

 "Landon...")
ONE, TWO. ONE, TWO, THREE, GO!

[Verse 1]
LANDON!
Little Landon on the field, dad just got repealed!
He can't handle the pressure, son's a whole new aggressor!
He’s looking for the exit while I’m looking for the throne,
Left his dignity at home, now he’s out here all alone!
Check the scoreboard, yeah, it’s looking pretty hollow,
A bitter pill to chew, but a harder one to swallow!

[Chorus]
(He's crying on the floor now!)
I'm pinchin' ladies' boobies while he’s crying on the floor,
'Cause Landon's the real man, sports career is through, see!
AND THAT HE HAS A LITTLE WEINER!
DAD'S A TOTAL LOSER!
(REPEAT CHORUS)

[Verse 2]
(Half-time groove, heavy drums)
Suit up, boot up, tell me what’s the plan?
You’re a legend in your head, but a shadow of a man!
Dad is in the bleachers looking like a ghost,
While the internet is busy giving you a roast!
You’re a "has-been" before you even had a "was,"
Catching zero passes while I’m catching all the buzz!
Your stats are microscopic, your legacy is thin,
You’re the only person losing when you actually win!

[Bridge]
(Music cuts out—just a slow, menacing drum beat and bass)
He’s trembling...
He’s shaking...
The reputation? BREAKING!
(Build up with fast snare hits)
HE CAN’T TAKE THE HEAT! GET HIM OFF THE STREET!
HE CAN’T TAKE THE HEAT! GO!

[Breakdown]
(Maximum distortion. Chaos.)
REPEALED!
DELETED!
COMPLETELY DEFEATED!
Dad’s a loser, yeah, the apple fell far!
Now you’re crying in the backseat of a rental car!

[Outro]
Landon’s the man now.
Dad’s in the dirt.
Hope that ego didn’t get too hurt!
(Fades out with the sound of a stadium buzzer)
GAME OVER!
LOSER!

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