Based on the dramas of the Dale Nation Fantasy Football League.
Both an ode to Rat's dynasty built over the last 5 years and a roast at the same time.

Lyrics

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Focus on another Rat chapter 
The Truth,You and Trump's fake bake emit laughter 
Benjamin Button, fifth ward jiggalo 
Pimpin titles whilst lustin after Jen Shoell 
So to you, I give a Dale Nation finger 
as I reject you with Mutumbo like Anger 

So you can take your titles and wank it, blowin blanks 
reminiscin', walk the plank 
get scraps slide down road rash 
**** you rat, sufferin' succotash 

Corned Beef, genX textin, 
flame wokkin wankin' 
Christopher Walken's walkman 
Clayton Rawson Beet Boxin' 
you hear me talkin'? These beats be poppin' 
Check's in the mail, ran this by Dale 
Da Alpha Male 

This aint e sports 
where par is the course 
Your shit is coarse 
Whiskers tasting my shorts 

We be pillaging waivers 
purveyin' the players 
he got flavors of caters 
while hes makin' the prayers 
Oger's bench is his layers 
Rat grazin' the stench 
Oger's pits ripe 
Dail Nation 
tattered in strife 

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Chuck E Cheese, your Casino as a kid 
never knew you as the mascot till you do what you did 
I felt lied to as I caught you in the corner 
caressing wedges without remorse for the informer 

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I'm startin the season anew 
as I bid you adieu 
Desperate Bilal Powell ridin' your pine 
Randal Corn Cobbin dat Willie Snead every time 

'ya there?', as you wish, 
quicksand text pulling me into your abyss 

rodent of unusual size, behold my eyes 
as you stare into going 1 and 5 
time will tell if pastures surprise 
It's inconceivable your ego will grow in size 

Rat got the Ute scoots 
pound the keopectate 
Checkin my trades 
JT took my click bait 
verbal intimidation backbone o' manipulation 
some boast, others berate 
fearless in my pursuit for Dale great 

Checks in the mail, 
ran this shit by Dale 
Da Alpha Male 

don't give a **** the carnage left behind 
you're a head case owner 1 thing in mind 

That's not Water, Black Blood of the Earth 
Do you Mean Oil, Rat's guts on the curb
Now I'll re word 
what you thought what ya heard 
**** you Rat I won't be deterred 

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Chuck E Cheese, your Casino as a kid 
never knew you as the mascot till you do what you did 
I felt lied to as I caught you in the corner 
caressing wedges without remorse for the informer 

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Rat Squeel. Boot on yo' neck 
offers o' Cousins soundin Short o breath 
Steppin' forward 
I scream in your ear 
"that's check" 

I'm begging you" promises of salvation in tradin' 
that picture you got, it's like we was datin' 
succubus to the rest of us in dale nation 
your love affair with Jared is on probation 
no cheddar here, you're late. 
Eddie's "lost weight" and beat you to the plate 
year after year, you're ridin' Large Lacey 
It's grindin' your ears, he's eating all da pasties 

Checks in the mail 
Ran this shit by Dale 
Da Alpha Male 
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Marckennian