The Backyard Boys - Brett Favre (The Comeback) lyrics

[Intro: Napoleon Dynamite and Demetry James] "I see your drinking 1%. Is that because you think you're fat? Because you're not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted to." "Greg Jennings caught that sh**, probably the last play of the game. But earlier, dude, this n***a broke his f**ing leg. How is he running with a broken leg. Look at this n***a, holding this sh**, dude. Dawg, he put the team on his back. Let's go inside the mind of a Greg Jennings." [Verse 1: Backyard Benj] Brett Favre, I'm a cheese head. Brain full of holes like Uhhh, where was I again? I'm Swiss cheese, but more American Take this game like Katrina, a hurricane I'm on my ninja flow, hit you with a shuriken Shuriken? Sure, you can Mission Impossible, stick to the plan Deaf and blind to these haters, Helen Keller is a fan You know I stay cool beans One day I'll be in magazines You with your mama, causing scenes Behavioral issues. Come here, take this tissue Crying like a bish-you, know that I wish-you Well, like a wishing well, rap game gibberish like wizarding spells And this ain't Harry Potter, your hate is my fodder For the fire of my rhymes, got a tree full of limes I should be put in jail, because this verse a crime. (Arson) But I ain't doin time...murdered it! Like OJ, these rhymes some fresh pennings My verses are touchdowns, I toss ‘em to Greg Jennings Yeah, I put the team on my back, running with a broken leg When I win this rap game, I'll hang it from a peg Man, you just jealous that we Darin' to do this Because our minds much Sharper The most hardest hitting safeties in the league Who dat? Darren Sharper! And my sk**s are Maddening I ain't no mail man but my post route's like lightning I'm not trying to inspire Cuz I spit this fire, your situation dire You say you a good rapper, I say you a liar Liar, Liar, plants for hire, you run to your momma, you a crier Bed-wetter, heard no one better.This Notorious B.E.N It's not IF I become the best ever, It's when [Verse 2: Lil'Squiliam] Relax b**h, your favorite boys are back! Running laps, the way we tearing up this track Steve Jobs, the way we putting on the mack By the way, see your girl, could you ask her for my cum back? Because this a comeback, a lyrical attack Leave you clotting, call that a heart attack Rhymes are shocking, call that a mother's smack Saw yours had to doubleback, she a momma or a quarterback? HaHa, can't believe you s**ed those titties Got you tongue-tied like you're Josh and I'm Mindy Yeah, your girl blows, I call her the windy city Cerulean born, because you know I'll leave her misty Musty, go grab a Swiffer because you super dusty! Need some Rusteez because you always leave tracks rusty Girls call me Mr. Clean, the way I make them lusty So lemon pledge allegiance to our game, better trust me Umm... why you looking so smirky? Been busy snacking on some other dude's jerky? Sorry for the tweeting, because I'm just a little chirpy But dude, you're just straight weird trying to pa** off as quirky Sorry Chief, not trying to start a beef I'll be quick with your girl, she'll be Jones'ing for my briefs Here's the debrief, I'll leave you full of grief On that Ravioli-ravioli Great Barrier Reef! Yeah, we Brett Favre'ing in this b**h Except people on the Net haven't seen our dicks! I'm the Ice Cream man, come here and take a lick The only shady thing we've done is that we almost quit This a lyrical mess, that we pa** off as music I think you fools are ignorant, because we do it just to do it Me and Benj agree that this sh** is therapeutic And we ain't your step sons, why you haters so abusive! [Outro: Demetry James] "f** it! You can't stop me! 'Cross the plane, touchdown! Greg Jennings. 49-20, man f** with me. fu*k YOU, GUMBY!"