This is a song about "Football fuckers"

I dnt no where you muther fuckers have been

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

Aren't you somethin', an original

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth