Friendly Game Of Football

Aw shit, another quarterback's hit
 He leads the league in sacks and illegal hits
 Damn, nowadays kids be Green Bay Packin'
 While these Cheeseheads see the cream ways blacken [??]
 Pursue the grands with illegal use of hands
 He uses the run and shoot with an option
 But he fumbled too much
 Too many giveaways
 He don't know how to tuck it
 They're slipping it away
 Left your man on an island like a cornerback
 With no strong safety
 There's no escaping
 He uses the bump and run like Lester Hayes
 With no Stick'um, he thinks you can't stick him
 It's fourth-and-goal so he's got to go for it
 The play action fake: linebacker never bought it
 The endzone, he saw it
 There's a goal-line stand
 You make the call
 It's just a friendly game of football
 "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!"
 I'm high-octane, your squad's in a rut
 "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!"
 A friendly game of football, you're bound to get stuffed
 I turn your domed stadium into a frozen tundra
 Whip that ass on natural grass
 Your turf's artificial, buying off the officials
 You need to rebuild
 My franchise: on the rise
 Up in the draft, you get a key component
 My special teams run it back against opponents
 I accumulate yards; your ground game I muffle
 No chance in '89; no Ickey Shuffle
 Get no grip like cleats
 I put fans in the seats
 You need to stop running these screens and sweeps
 Utilize the flea-flicker
 The game plan conceiver
 Wide open like receivers
 The whole fucking season
 But now the reason you be left in the grass
 Thought you had a chance down ten at the half
 It's over in the fourth
 Cause every drive stalled
 It's just a friendly game of football
 I shoot through your facemask, destroy your helmet
 Cause there's no apology from the technology
 All you rooting for the Niners
 Here's a one-liner
 You need to audible, the loot ain't audible
 My All-Pro O-line won't leave you standing
 In any stadium, I've got home field advantage
 Give you a juke
 Watch that ACL swell
 Ever since then, man, you ain't playing well
 One-time wanna call you for holding: personal foul
 Really be the game plan they be molding
 Your franchise in folding, you've got no cash
 Convert a fourth down, so stop talking trash
 You be third-string, you just a back up
 Put you on the I.R., your concussions add up
 While the yards I rack up, you just don't stack up
 All-in-all, just a friendly game of football...
 "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!"