Mafia’s Coming (Mile High)

Intro – kids chant, eerie, then cut

(clap… clap…)

One… two… Mafia’s coming for you

(beat slams in)

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Verse 1

Yeah,
Bills Mafia travel like baggage you can’t lose,
Boarding passes say “away game,”
But the noise says “who’s who?”

We don’t tailgate — we migrate,
State to state with the same hate,
Fold tables like origami
Every city’s a stage break

You think home field’s a fortress?
Cute myth.
We turn Mile High into sea level
Just off pure breath

Altitude check?
Nah — we built for the thin air,
Cold lungs, warm hearts,
Whole section full of nightmares

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Pre-Chorus – chant rhythm

Hear that echo in your stands?
That ain’t Broncos — that’s fans
Red and blue like warning lights
Something bad just hit your plans

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Chorus – CROWD, JUMP-ROPE ENERGY

ONE! TWO! — MAFIA’S COMING FOR YOU!
THREE! FOUR! — HEAR US KICK THE DOOR!
FIVE! SIX! — TABLES GETTING FLIPPED!
SEVEN! EIGHT! — TRAVEL STRONG, DOMINATE!
NINE! TEN! — BILLS RUN IT AGAIN! 🦬

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Verse 2 – metaphor-heavy, faster

We don’t boo — we pressure,
Decibels bend your receivers,
Every snap feels heavier
When your lungs start betraying your features

We’re the snowstorm in January,
The forecast you ignored,
By the time you feel the impact
You’re already on the floor

Broncos country think they loud
‘Til the Mafia arrive,
Now it sound like doubt
Echoing back off the sky

We don’t chant — we surround,
Every section gets claimed,
Your stadium’s a globe
And Buffalo stamped its name

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Bridge – half-time drop

This ain’t trash talk.
This is tourism.

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Verse 3 – diss energy, controlled aggression

Tables fear us,
Railings know us,
Security tired of trying to corral us

We don’t need cheerleaders
We generate force,
Like momentum with alcohol
And a deeply held grudge

You hear “Let’s Go Buffalo”
In a place it shouldn’t be?
That’s what happens
When belief buys plane tickets in bulk

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Final Chorus – BIGGER

ONE! TWO! — MAFIA’S COMING FOR YOU!
THREE! FOUR! — SHAKE THE DAMN FLOOR!
FIVE! SIX! — NEVER LOSE THE GRIP!
SEVEN! EIGHT! — BILLS FANS DOMINATE!
NINE! TEN! — MILE HIGH? NEVER THEN! 🦬


Outro – spoken, cold

Doesn’t matter the city.
Doesn’t matter the height.

Bills Mafia travel
Like a warning sign with legs.

You heard the count.
You knew what it meant.

Mafia’s coming. 🦬

aggressive rap
lyrical hip hop
Eminem-inspired flow
dark stadium anthem
fan chant intro
double-time verses
menacing