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[ Bulldogs player #1]  Man we gotta do something to win this game or Coach Cooke will flip  [ Bulldogs player #2]  Ay yo man, damn why is Coach Cooke heading over here [Bulldogs player #1]  Yo Coach, calm down, put the clip board down Coach!!  [ Bam!!! Bam!!! Bam!! bam!! Bam!! Bam!!]  [ Bulldogs player #2]  Ahh, ohh, what the f*ck Coach!!?  [ Signal player]  Ahh! son,  Coach Cooke is peeing on his players   [Bulldogs player #1] Many men, wish a loss upon my team  Blood in my eye dawg and I can`t see  We trying to be what We destined to be,  And teams trying to take the ship away from me,  I put a hole in the Wahoos for f*cking with my team, Your face on the turf , now you gon` see,  Better watch how you talk, when you talk about my team,  Cause I`ll come and pull your flag away homie Many teams, many, many, many, many teams  Wish a loss `pon my team  Lord I don`t cry no more  Don`t look to the sky no more  Have mercy on my Bulldogs    Now these p*ssy Bookies putting money  against my team  Go on and get your refund mothaf*cker, We ain`t loss the season yet,  We the diamond in the dirt, that ain`t been found  We the underground king and We ain`t been crowned from Triple Crown  When I rhyme, something special happen every time  Bulldogs are the greatest, something like Ali in his prime  I walk the field  with the bundles  I`ve been knocked on the humble  Swing my little d*ck when I rumble,  Show your a** and watch what my Coach will do,  Got a temper player, go`head, lose your head,  Turn your back on Coach COOKE, get kicked out the team  I walk around with flags on my waist, chip on my shoulder  Till I bust a nut in your face, p*ssy, this beef ain`t over    Many teams, many, many, many, many teams  Wish a loss `pon my team  Lord I don`t cry no more  Don`t look to the sky no more  Have mercy on my team  Have mercy on my soul  Somewhere my heart turned cold  Have mercy on my Bulldogs  Many, many, many, many teams  Wish loss upon my team    Some days wouldn`t be special, if it wasn`t for rain  Joy wouldn`t feel so good, if it wasn`t for Coach COOKE plays  The ship gotta be easy, `cause C League  is hard  It`ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my teammates on the field, playing so hard For coach COOKE on the sideline, doing nothing but playing with his balls,  Jimmy the Greek judge my team, `cause I see things clear yo,    We like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call us the Don,  Like Malcolm by any means, but with my football in my palm  Slim switched sides on me, let teams ride on me  I thought we was cool, why you want me to loss homie?