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David McCleary Sheldon
David McCleary Sheldon
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Yo, we've waited 50 years for this I'm 38 years old, and I've still waited 50 years for this You ain't stoppin' this baby No way, not a chance Yo, you're lookin' at the AFC champs A new and improved Chief's kingdom, they just revamped Chopped with the tomahawk It's freezing cold outside but we 'bout to make it hot like a Molotov (Bang) tell the 49ers gang that we're borderline insane We sippin' the champagne we're winnin' the campaign to get at em King Henry (pfft) we beheaded him Tyreek Hill catch him if you can He runnin' in the endzone and stretching out his hands Sammy Watkins might take off and never even land And you know Travis Kelce is the man Mecole Hardman is running faster, but I'm comin' at you like a honey badger I split domes like Chris Jones slammin' quarterbacks in their endzones Yeah, we the children of Andy Reid We are the real kind of fans, we bleed We had to build on the land to breed a championship team With the skills and the hands and speed We wear royal blue in the spring and summer But man in the winter and fall we're very red We can be 0 in 16, and we still probably gonna Go and get puppet at the Arrowhead Attackin' the zone, we react with miraculous traction We'll crack you and sack you at home, and I'm sharing this imagery Like I am Eric Bienemy's back in the back with the tones We're immaculate passionate Walking right up in your stadium trashing it Taking your check and we cashing it homes Everybody make a little noise for the quarterback Patrick Mahomes Yeah, it's tomahawk chop Throw your hands up, we ain't never gonna stop Comin' at the enemy 'til everybody drops we poppin' (It's the Kansas City Chiefs) yeah We do it for the town The city is the kingdom, and we do it for the crowd Everybody screaming, baby listen to the sound We comin' (it's the Kansas City Chiefs) Yeah, it's the tomahawk chop Throw your hands up, we ain't never gonna stop Comin' at the enemy 'til everybody drop we poppin' (It's the Kansas City Chiefs) We do it for the town The city is the kingdom, and we do it for the crowd I will now rap for 49 seconds without breathing There is not a better quarterback that's on the planet Than the Magic Man Mahomes the MVP you understand it He's a Kansas City legend he's exciting he's the best man He was biting on the necks of all the Titans and the Texans He can throw a perfect pass and put it right into your chest man It don't matter he can get you with his left hand or his right hand He can rush it to the end zone he can jump right out of pocket Got a cannon for an arm, it's like a rifle and a rocket If you think another quarterback is like him, better stop it He'll go psycho and attack you like a tiger in the tropics Had an injury this year he persevered he came back better He's a leader and a star, and he don't buckle from the pressure man We're doin' this for Derek, Tony, Priest, and then Lamar and then We think about the 50 years of seasons in the garbage bin We're putting on our cleats, you know it's time to play some ball We gotta do this for Willie, Buck, and Bobby even Jamal We got it conquered your attention Kansas City man It's time to free the monster gonna win the Lombardi and do it proper man We goin' to the Superbowl to cleanse the city's tears You know the time is now, we gotta get revenge for the last 50 years For every single one of us that's been suffering with a broken heart We're doing this for Andy got to do it for the owner Clark Every single one of us, you've gotta have belief Everybody, make some noise for the Kansas City Chiefs
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