Dems Da Rules
Được tạo ra bởi TSWK với Udio AI
2024-04-26
Lyrics
(Verse 1) In a secret NSA lab, where brainiacs loom, GFL rules take shape, like an Egyptian tomb. Da Commish eyes gleam, mischief in his gaze, Weaving complexity, in oh so many ways. (Verse 2) Interpretation? Oh, that’s our favorite game, Like deciphering hieroglyphs, or a conspiracy claim. “Is ‘bench’ a verb?” we ask with sly grins, And “Who can we flex?”, while still rubbing our chins. (Chorus) Our beloved GFL, with rules so unique, You’ll need a PHD in fantasy, to solve the mystique. Keepers with an auction draft, one best ball you can’t neglect, Divide by three and truncate, now take a knee to genuflect. (Verse 3) Excessive rosters? Oh, dear god, There’s an injured reserve, and a taxi squad! “Draft another kicker,” we demand with glee, Nothing says genius, like a backup kicker spree. (Verse 4) Standard and PPR scoring, those make us laugh, Our brilliant Commish, split that baby in half! Unlike all others, Oh, that’s our jam, Those other league rules, feel like phone spam! (Chorus) Our beloved GFL, with rules so unique, You’ll need a PHD in fantasy, to solve the mystique. Keepers, an auction draft, one best ball, don’t forget, Divide by three, truncate, now take a knee and genuflect. In the draft room we sway, to a reggae beat Trades and waivers, feel the island heat
