Originally Posted by FAX
(Post 7007070)
I Got Draftabulator Fever
By FAX.
I got draftabulator fever, there ain't no doubt,
So, read this post while I cuss you out.
I'll call you names if you don't like my picks.
How can you tell? They're asterisks.
I got draftabulator fever, my skin is thin.
I get pissed off when the Chiefs win.
'Cause it proves our draft selections,
Ain't livin' up to my projections.
I got draftabulator fever, yeah I'm hot,
I need a doctor, I need a shot,
To cool me down. Oh, Holy Moley,
I'm gonna ass rape Scott Pioli.
Oh Lord, I got draftabulator fever,
And there ain't no cure, no pain reliever.
Yeah, it feels like I got real bad gas,
Or an flaming aids tree up my ass.
Call me out, I'll show you meanness,
I'll say you got a real small penis.
Then I'll post all the stuff you said,
Back before Goodman was dead.
I'll remind you of what you mentioned
And do it with such condescension,
That next year, you'll pick all receivers
'Cause baby I got draftabulator fever.
FAX
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