Balance

momma said “come here” prod. bvtman

A short but delightful little ditty about the legendary backup Center, Michael Doleac. To the tune of "Rocket Man (I Think It's Gonna Be a Long, Long Time) by Sir Elton John.

Lyrics:


Miami’s quite a place to play pro ball
In fact, it’s dope as Hell
Even with limited minutes, off the bench

The second unit really ain’t so bad
It’s just my job 3 games a week
For a back up fiiiiiihiiiive
Named Doleac

And I think it’s gonna be in garbage time 
When I get fouled and go to the free throw line
And unlike Shaq, I’m gonna make ‘em both
Oh whoa whoa whoa

Michael Doleac...
DOLEAAAAAAAC
Been around the league 10 years or so
But I’ve been coming off the bench a long, long time

Doleac (I Think It's Gonna Be In Garbage Time)

An anthem for the Le Batard Show's Marching Band to Nowhere. 
Written by me, performed by me and @AndrewStreeter

Lyrics:
We're the definition of, half plan, half duds
No video at Mall of America
No reach, mister David P labeled us
No parade after Loria
Knights won the big game, check the guest list
Too many T-shirts, and nobody came
0 and 16, but no parade in Cleveland
Private jet, Tin Caps, had me believin'...
Stu's the boss? Hearing lost.
Big ideas but we ain't never gonna pull ‘em off
Lewis B. Not picked, you see. But if you ask Billy, it's all because of Robby. 
Think of Stu Falls, he ain't ever left
He'll prolly, take the money & then try to fake his death
It's official, Canseco had to fall through.
We'll keep planning.The marching continues.

Marching band to nowhere, Marching band to nowhere
We can't really start now, cause we're bad at this life
Marching band to nowhere, Marching band to nowhere
We can't really start now, cause we're bad at this life

Marching Band To Nowhere (ft. Andrew Streeter)

Dan Is Fat

The Show

Lies Yourself (Stugotz Remix)

A song from Dan's perspective about every Tuesday with Greg Cote.

Lyrics:
Ladies and Gents, this is the moment I'm bracing for
Ten seconds till the show and he's walking all around the floor
He's gonna say some things that are so useless that I can't ignore
Wasting his breath, stealing my time, and all of my calm is left behind.
I can't fight it he's coming for me every Tuesday
I'm almost certain that he will not have a Back in My Day
I wore a clock! Can't he see the end is getting closer.
I give up as his incompetence is taking over!
For some reason, I will keep the invitation open.
It's a wonder; why I've given him so much devotion.
He only comes to get a click! His egos overloading
and I know that Cote's gonna kill the show!

When he's in front of a few hot mics and his headphones are nowhere in sight!
No matter what we do, he's taking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
We set him up to be a clown, and his son can't stop him now!
Try to say something new, he's talking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!

He's never gonna see the clock. He's not too good at listening.
Was he high at the MegaCast? We'll have to ask McGillicuty.
Either way, it makes me smile every time I see his face.
Then he takes it all away with another Lobos update!

When he's in front of a few hot mics and his headphones are nowhere in sight!
No matter what we do, he's taking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
We set him up to be a clown, and his son can't stop him now!
Try to say something new, he's talking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
(You never know! You never know!)
He's gonna kill the show!

The Greatest Showkiller

2020 - 11 - 25 USCCB Daily Mass Readings

[INTRO]
Dan, whatever
See how fast I run
Stu turn your headphones down a bit
This song is for anynoe
Who ate an onion and shouldn’t have listened…
 
[VERSE]
I sit back with these Bob Ryan stats and just laugh/
And Ortiz, I mean please, the hits weakened by being
Post-season and me I just...I just smirk
And besmirch all the work of Chric Bertish, the worst
I disburse all the merch and see Charlie he works...
And he's well…and he’s well ….his title is Geez/
Dan's tension just stepped on my sentence  
Getting this mess that’s from eatin’ this Mickey D’s under my desk and I pester guest meekfully (meekfully)
Now please come and sing with me, will you
A musical dome, When I’m Pipo I shout
In the streets Cafeicto, and Brisnon’s an-all-star
 I do not do efficiency (efficiency),  I can show you
A photo results from the luckiest ch-ch-ch
It’s not about instinct, It’s not what Mark Blinch thinks
I still can be friendly, when Cote was sick
To his belly, my seltzer remedied (now its empty)
Fake Jason is in me, So just get in Mickey
It’s limited Statham (Statham) on the air
I don’t care if Dan’s clear to be short I’ma stall you
Take calls on the lour, Casino and lawsuits/
And like Dr. Drew, Bald Eagle’s my wardrobe/
I’m faster than all you (all you), Fat Chris and Amin
They are not Billy G, its Luis…
 
[Chorus]
And I’m Gill, don’t you ever call me Bill/
If it’s buntin, then we know it’s Billy Gil
If its racing, you lose every day I win
Cote chokes I display a grin
'Cause  I’m Gill, don’t you ever call me Bill/
If it’s buntin, then we know it’s Billy Gil
If its racing, you lose every day I win
Cote chokes I display a grin

The Way Gil Is (Billy Gil The Way I Am)

I took my top off I'm Naked, I keep my socks on
I took my top off I'm Naked, I keep my socks on


I, I took my top off I'm naked, Chris 
I took my top off I'm naked

I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked, oh
I took my top off I'm Naked, ah
 I took my top off I'm Naked, yeah
I took my top off I'm Naked, yeah

I know the hippo gon' fine me, woof , I show stopped
I got Guillermo beside me, fake Stugotz 
I know the hippo gon' fine me, woof , I show stopped
 I took my top off I’m naked, but these crocks 


[VERSE]
Taco Bell,  Secret Meals/
I’m-a hide the trash and the details/
Keep J Ritter on my G-mail /
Ginger’s back Billy in this mean world/
My pal’s knows ponies winnin’ and sendin’  me bets/
Save my steps, Groceries carts get left/
Tyron Smith such a grown man/
I killed a segment with his own hands/
 


And now Dan’s out the booth/
walking me to first take, in a battery suit/
Save all that baby poop/
Til the diapers stop fitting through the chute/
Its true had a bag on my feet/
Garlic taste, I can feel in my teeth/
Sheesh, what I do this time?/
Walk through the sand, that’s how we do fines/
$91 dollars on a pie bill/ 
Keep it real with you, that was my bill/
I recede yall/
Yelling at a troll that he’s bald/
Twitch won I was P’d off/
Me and Roy had a sing off/
That was R. Kelly, 98/
Chris Karaoke I Delivered that poor/
That’s just vintage me/
The guy that makes reddit wish defeat, You can’t buy this glue/ 
Hit toy-boat toy-boat, you know how I do/
Two-words made the Lour cool (woo)/
Gotta pee swim around the pool/
Never had salad, but my shirts removed/
Naked Chris will never be without his shoes!/

Top Off (Naked Chris)

To the tune of "YMCA" by the Village People.



Lyrics:
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Sunday!

What we’ve all waited for, is this

Sunday!

Handing out the awards here on

Sunday!

In an ill-fitting suit will be 

Greg-o-ry Paul Co-te


That’s when

You’ll turn on the livestream to stare

Blankly

At Greg giving a speech

You aren’t even

In this fantasy league

But you still. won’t. want. to. miss. it...


The annual gala for

PFPI

Let’s have a party for

PFPI


Cheap mimosas be damned

This thing’s still in-demand

You should cancel all other plans


It’s the tradition of 

PFPI

Pro Football Predictions Incorporated


Oh, you have to be there

And pretend that you care

Or your bound to get a death glare

PFPI (featuring Yeti Blanc)

4x Suey Losing Parody Rapper .... I get the show

The Way Gil Is (Billy Gil The Way I Am)

FL3M

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