Dubs Up (Duck Hunt)

Bow down, we the Dawgs from the dub-side,

Huskies roll deep, no fear on that Ducks side.

Every year Ducks talk big — but they fold,

No rings in the case, no trophies in gold.

We got legends, y’all got excuses,

National champs while your legacy’s useless.

Talk N I L deals, but yo ass still in debt,

‘Cause you never cashed in on a title yet.

We bring the storm when we step in your pond,

Autzen go quiet when the Dawgs come on.

Purple flames, gold chains, no leash,

You flappin’ — we clappin’, enjoy the feast.

U-Dub run it back, facts on loop,

Every time we clash, we dog your group.

Never crowned? That’s tough, keep dreamin’ —

We got banners hangin’, you got Duck memes and schemin’.

Huskies bite, we don’t bark much,

Quack all you want, but you can’t touch us.

Purple hearts, ice veins, we cold —

Bo wilted like a bitch, Pennix went gold.

Michael Pennix Jr., three and oh on the record,

Bo look lost, like “Where’s my protector?”

Nine got snubbed on the Heisman, the tape don’t lie,

Mike lit up Autzen like the Fourth of July.

Big Dawgs don’t flinch, we just finish,

Championship DNA — y’all just diminish.

Every fall, y’all say, “This the year,”

But December hits and the Ducks disappear.

We got trophies, statues, plaques in halls,

Y’all got jerseys — no banners on walls.

All feathers, no bite, no guts in sight,

Your best shot hit the uprights — say night-night.

We build pros, y’all build hype,

Montlake pipeline straight to the bright lights.

Sundays shine purple and gold - play talks loud,

Your draft board is mid — that weak shit ain’t allowed.

Y’all talk big on Twitter, but got no rings on deck —

Whole fanbase is nothing but an online flex.

Coach Dan’s doin cannonballs with teens in swimsuits

And Hayes Faucet at On Three giving fake extra stars to your recruits

U-Dub run it back, facts on loop,

Every time we clash, we dog your group.

Never crowned? That’s tough, keep dreamin’ —

We got banners hangin’, you got Duck memes and schemin’.

Huskies bite, we don’t bark much,

Quack all you want, but you can’t touch us.

Purple hearts, ice veins, we cold —

Bo wilted like a bitch, Pennix went gold.

This ain’t rivalry yo— this is royalty in real time,

Just like number nine finding Rome and dropping a dime.

W’s flyin’ like our Alaska jet on the tarmac,

Quack pack cryin’ in another post-game flashback.

Legends in the making, y’all just reruns,

Every big game? We already won.

So flap all you want, talk your big game,

Your weak ass Oregon brand just don’t hit the same.

U-Dub run it back, facts on loop,

Every time we clash, we dog your group.

Never crowned? That’s tough, keep dreamin’ —

We got banners hangin’, you got Duck memes and schemin’.

Huskies bite, we don’t bark much,

Quack all you want, but you can’t touch us.

Purple hearts, ice veins, we cold —

Bo wilted like a bitch, Pennix went gold.

Yeah…

From Montlake to the natty —

Dubs up, baby….