Rivalry Royale
Who Dat!
Yeah,
Madden seventeen
Rookie season, undefeated run (let's get it)
Madden seventeen, got the sticks in my hand
Rookie QB leading the Who Dat nation band We rolling into Atlanta,
sitting pretty at five and oh
Dirty Birds thinking they can stop the show
They three and two,
trying to protect their dome But we came to make Mercedes-Benz our
second home Stepping under center,
reading the blitzing safety deep By the second quarter,
their whole crowd went to sleep (night night)
Who Dat say they gonna beat those Saints?
We painting masterpieces while the rivalry faints
From Atlanta to the bayou,
we taking the crown
Putting up historic numbers in every single town!
(Who Dat!)
Look at the scoreboard,
it's a permanent stain Forty-two to three at halftime,
we bringing the rain In their own hometown,
you can hear a pin drop When this high-powered offense starts,
it don't stop Four quarters later,
the final whistle blows
Eighty to ten, that's just how the story goes A seventy-point blowout,
left 'em in the dust In this rookie QB,
New Orleans puts their trust
Fast forward a few weeks,
now we nine and oh Still undefeated,
letting the whole world know The Falcons come to the Superdome,
five, three, and one They want revenge for the damage we already
done But the Dome is rocking,
the black and gold is loud Ain't no way we letting down
this home crowd Taking the snap,
looking downfield for the score Gonna beat the Dirty Birds even worse
than before
Regular season over, sixteen and oh perfection The perfect season under my
quarterback direction
Sat out the Wild Card,
earned that first-round bye Now the nine,
five, and two Cowboys think they can fly
Divisional round, win or go home on the couch We about to
make America's Team slouch Under the lights,
the playoff journey starts today
We heading to the Super Bowl,
get out the way!
Sixteen and oh, the record stands tall
Best QB in the league,
dominating 'em all Falcons crushed,
Cowboys next in line The Madden seventeen Lombardi is gonna be mine
Who Dat! Eighty-four to twenty-six,
Cowboys sent packing
NFC Championship next, ain't no slacking "New Orleans,
y'all had a run,
but the Lions hear the talk Motor City's coming to the Dome
to make the Superdome walk!"