Fuck Micah

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Fuck Micah Parsons, yeah, we don’t need you no more,

Packed up your bags, walked you straight out the door.

Cheese on your head, man, that’s weak, not a flex,

Cowboys ridin’ out, movin’ on to the next.

You left our squad, now you rockin’ that green,

Sunday night lights, we gon’ crush your whole team.

Jerry made the call, yeah, the trade got done,

George Pickens in the mix, now we really got guns.

Number 11 fallin’ off, stats in decline,

You was supposed to be the future, but you ran outta time.

Couldn’t pay the price tag, that star don’t lie,

Dallas keep it movin’, so it’s bye-bye.

Fuck Micah Parsons, yeah, we don’t need you no more,

Packed up your bags, walked you straight out the door.

Cheese on your head, man, that’s weak, not a flex,

Cowboys ridin’ out, movin’ on to the next.