Mark is a whore,
The Steelers suck more
Nobody buys into their bullshit lore
Fuck all the Steelers hype
I'd beat them with a pipe
Then bitchslap their coach if he decides to gripe
Don't forget about us
When you're praising the Bus
All we do is win baby, no fuss, no muss
We'll crush Porter's dream
With our cockerific team
Shoving it in his ass, making him scream
Your quarterback's young
His swan-song has sung
And his face looks like it's been slathered in dung
You defense don't scare me
Because our offense, you see
Will be raging down the field unstoppably
It's time to shut you down
Make you cry, make you frown
While they sleep in Pittsburgh, we'll be looting this town
When the Seahawks win, Mark just might
Decide he wants to put up a fight
But will probably just piss on my tail-light
Whatever the case may be
On Sunday we'll see
How well Steve handles a Seattle victory
Will he drink, will he cry?
Will he suddenly turn bi?
Or will he clutch his heart and peacefully die?
When cutting him open, it's true
You'll find out the hue
Of his blood squirts out not red but blue!