Let it flow - let yourself goO is slow - he got no tempoIt's was old school but now it's brand new
So the Clients caught the Mt Lebo flu
Not like a fever not like a cold
The beatdowns are clear his winning is old
O, don't see a doctor or see a nurse
Just look at your players put them first
Now step away off your broken down stoop
It's about time your team is poop
We brought you down so shut the hell up
It's time for Quip to win the Fabio Cup
We got determination - youth and size
Our apologies O'Dunce we don't euthanize
What you see is what you get
And yinz ain't seen nothing yet
Let it flow - let yourself goO is slow - he got no tempoI don't have a ring yet my team will be fine
You could live your whole life and party like it's 1999
On the Maulers blog we may not be mentioned
We're the Rabid Ghosts not Screech paying your pension
Strong as an ox fresh out the box
The crowd is so live they're coming in flocks
And when our game's on the crowd goes off
It's all hardnosed ball there's nothing soft
Let it flow - let yourself goO is slow - he got no tempoWe may not run your town but we got the win
We don't stroll around but we rolled up on your chin
Joe Flacco, C-John, Bowe makes three
And we can do it like this up the FAA tree
When Quip takes the field opponents get chilled
I know my game is strong and my friend you are done
Like Albany and Sewickley after me Chris Z.
The last two years weren't free you must pay a fee
An "L" on delivery like a C.O.D.
Let it flow - let yourself goO is slow - he go no tempoThe O is slow in order to dance
Put on an old pair of parachute pants
First you move your mouth and spit out game
Only to take the field and beat him down in shame
It's truly stable and you ought to be able
To dance all over the O-wen disabled.
Let it flow - let yourself goO is slow - he got no tempo