Verse 1: Yo, Pretty Reno, your fantasy’s a dream, But reality hit like a busted scheme, You picked your team, but they’re barely awake, I’m racking up points while you’re making mistakes. Check the stats, man, your squad’s a mess, Quarterback throwing more picks than success, Your wideouts flat, running backs on the floor, While I’m stacking TDs, you can’t even score. Chorus: Pretty Reno, you’re going down, Fantasy king? Nah, you’re losing the crown. Your team’s a joke, they can’t compete, I’m bringing the heat, you’re tasting defeat. Verse 2: Week one, you talking loud like you got the plan, But by week three, you was done, understand? My roster’s lethal, I’m flexing like Bijan, Your bench warmer picks won’t even see dawn. Your RB’s hurt, WR’s on the line, Pretty Reno, your luck’s out of time. Watch my squad fly, while yours hits the ground, You’re sinking, bro, and I’m wearing the crown. Chorus: Pretty Reno, you’re going down, Fantasy king? Nah, you’re losing the crown. Your team’s a joke, they can’t compete, I’m bringing the heat, you’re tasting defeat. Bridge: Your trades are trash, your waiver game’s weak, Talk all you want, but you can’t even speak. Pretty Reno, it’s over, your team’s out of fuel, I’m the new champ, and you just a fool. Outro: So pack it up, Pretty Reno, take that L, Your fantasy’s over, and it’s easy to tell. The season’s mine, and you’re just a clown, Pretty Reno, you’re going down.
