not by me, but some cock-doctor. story
It was a new day dawning I was tired and yawning
There was no one on the road at like 6 in the morning
When my girl calls me up and says, "You hear this crap?"
"That fool T.O. just made a new rap"
Now I’d never leave her, but I don’t believe her.
Is he a rapper, a yapper or a wide receiver?
So I flip on the music and here it comes.
Sure enough that jackass is flapping his gums
About his brand-new contract and all his money,
How he got the last laugh and it's all so funny,
How he's so damn great and he just can't wait
To make them all happy in the Lone Star State.
But soon they'll be saying the same stuff we say
And your autograph will go for two bucks on eBay.
You think you're the man but you're not that cool.
C'mon, T.O., you’re just a fool!
You and your chosen louse, this Rosenhaus,
I circled the day you'll be back in our house.
I got my VIP seats right next to Mr. Lurie,
A blindfold for my son if it gets too gory,
And we'll see you back in Philly, my loudmouth friend.
Let's see if you can play this year to the end.
Let's see you score a touchdown and try to gloat:
You'll have a fist in your face and a Sharpie in your throat.
We got B. Dawk and he'll be stalkin'.
We'll see who's the last guy standing and talkin'.
We'll see who can play right up in your face.
Maybe you can borrow Michael Irvin's neck brace!
But goodness' sake I doubt I'm mistaken
You're gonna wind up with more concussions than Aikman
Because a team means a team and you broke the rule.
C'mon, T.O., you're just a fool!