Game Seven
JINGLES
[Verse 1]
God said, "Gimme astroturf
Kingdom come for the company serf
Gimme long lunch and psychic ills
Target runs and FedEx drills..."
[Verse 2]
Real talk, slick bozo noogie
Delirium tremors and dropout boogie
Cooking the books, like nine to five
Game seven of The Onliest One Alive
Woooooooo
[Verse 3]
Say, do-boy, don't act brand new
Why'd you gotta autotune the news anew
It's a bad look, means real defeat
Like crowbait stepping in reaper heat
[Verse 4]
Burn a few K, like five to nine
Shiver in thе midst of an eepy shrine
[Coda]
Deep breath, big mouth
I'm a yankee
You can keep your little South
I'm a yankee
You can keep your littlе South