[Coochie liquor]

‘‘Twas Christmas and Gameday and all through the house

Faders fans have been pouting, their seasons been doused

Another losing season, is what they must bear

But we’re the Super Bowl champs, we don’t ****ing care

Their fanbase fulla criminals, drug addicts, inbreds

Haven’t won anything of merit since Reagan’s been dead

If they think they’ll win today, then they’re high on crack

After this beatdown they better go score ounces of smack

Around 12 pm eastern their started such a clatter

They could try with their might, but it won’t even matter

Mahomes and the boys about to kick their ass

And then **** their girlfriends, and then smoke their stash

The Chiefs fans all tuned in to watch the show

Fader fans are all upset cuz they already know

When what to my intoxicated eyes do appear

Their bowl cutted owner seems to hang out with queers

With 6 touchdown drives, that can happen so quick

It must be St Andy, and St Patrick

With touchdowns that come faster than rain

He yelled out some players, you can hear their names

Now Butker, Now Dana, Now McDuffie, and Dickerson

On Clyde, On Kelce, on Bolton and Townsend

From the locker room, to the top of Arrowheads wall

The Faders , the Dungkeys, the Sharters all fall