The High & Mighty - Friendly Game of Football lyrics

[Verse One] Aw sh**, another quarterback's hit He leads the league in sacks and illegal hits Damn, nowadays kids be Green Bay Packin' While these Cheeseheads see the cream ways blacken [??] Pursue the grands with illegal use of hands He uses the run and shoot with an option But he fumbled too much Too many giveaways He don't know how to tuck it They're slipping it away Left your man on an island like a cornerback With no strong safety There's no escaping He uses the bump and run like Lester Hayes With no Stick'um, he thinks you can't stick him It's fourth-and-goal so he's got to go for it The play action fake: linebacker never bought it The endzone, he saw it There's a goal-line stand You make the call It's just a friendly game of football [Hook] "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!" I'm high-octane, your squad's in a rut "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!" A friendly game of football, you're bound to get stuffed [Verse Two] I turn your domed stadium into a frozen tundra Whip that a** on natural gra** Your turf's artificial, buying off the officials You need to rebuild My franchise: on the rise Up in the draft, you get a key component My special teams run it back against opponents I accumulate yards; your ground game I muffle No chance in '89; no Ickey Shuffle Get no grip like cleats I put fans in the seats You need to stop running these screens and sweeps Utilize the flea-flicker The game plan conceiver Wide open like receivers The whole f**ing season But now the reason you be left in the gra** Thought you had a chance down ten at the half It's over in the fourth Cause every drive stalled It's just a friendly game of football [Hook] I shoot through your facemask, destroy your helmet Cause there's no apology from the technology All you rooting for the Niners Here's a one-liner You need to audible, the loot ain't audible My All-Pro O-line won't leave you standing In any stadium, I've got home field advantage Give you a juke Watch that ACL swell Ever since then, man, you ain't playing well One-time wanna call you for holding: personal foul Really be the game plan they be molding Your franchise in folding, you've got no cash Convert a fourth down, so stop talking trash You be third-string, you just a back up Put you on the I.R., your concussions add up While the yards I rack up, you just don't stack up All-in-all, just a friendly game of football... "Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!"