Fairfax County Flag Football League

anonymous Bulldog player

May 04, 2010
11:47 AM

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[ Bulldogs player #1]
Man we gotta do something to win this game or Coach Cooke will flip

[ Bulldogs player #2]
Ay yo man, damn why is Coach Cooke heading over here

[Bulldogs player #1]
Yo Coach, calm down, put the clip board down Coach!!

[ Bam!!! Bam!!! Bam!! bam!! Bam!! Bam!!]

[ Bulldogs player #2]
Ahh, ohh, what the f*ck Coach!!?

[ Signal player]
Ahh! son, Coach Cooke is peeing on his players

[Bulldogs player #1]
Many men, wish a loss upon my team
Blood in my eye dawg and I can`t see
We trying to be what We destined to be,
And teams trying to take the ship away from me,
I put a hole in the Wahoos for f*cking with my team,
Your face on the turf , now you gon` see,
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about my team,
Cause I`ll come and pull your flag away homie

Many teams, many, many, many, many teams
Wish a loss `pon my team
Lord I don`t cry no more
Don`t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on my Bulldogs

Now these p*ssy Bookies putting money against my team
Go on and get your refund mothaf*cker, We ain`t loss the season yet,
We the diamond in the dirt, that ain`t been found
We the underground king and We ain`t been crowned from Triple Crown
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
Bulldogs are the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the field with the bundles
I`ve been knocked on the humble
Swing my little d*ck when I rumble,
Show your a** and watch what my Coach will do,
Got a temper player, go`head, lose your head,
Turn your back on Coach COOKE, get kicked out the team
I walk around with flags on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a nut in your face, p*ssy, this beef ain`t over

Many teams, many, many, many, many teams
Wish a loss `pon my team
Lord I don`t cry no more
Don`t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on my team
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on my Bulldogs
Many, many, many, many teams
Wish loss upon my team

Some days wouldn`t be special, if it wasn`t for rain
Joy wouldn`t feel so good, if it wasn`t for Coach COOKE plays
The ship gotta be easy, `cause C League is hard
It`ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my teammates on the field, playing so hard
For coach COOKE on the sideline, doing nothing but playing with his balls,
Jimmy the Greek judge my team, `cause I see things clear yo,
We like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call us the Don,
Like Malcolm by any means, but with my football in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let teams ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to loss homie?

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