I like grad-ua-tes and I cannot lie
You undergrads can't deny
That when a QB walks in with a degree to his name
And eye black on his face you get sprung
Wanna show me you're buffRight after the run gets stuffed
Both Coastal or Atlantic
Gots QBs I can handpick
If you played in Mike Locksley's system
I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
To the break of dawn
Students get their cheese curd on
So Clemson says 'Boyd's fat!'
Well I ain't down with that!
Cause your throws are strong
And your depth chart's suckin'
Farm girls be down for that cluckin'
We get drunk in Branson
Prank call Drew Hanson
Cause I'm Bret
And I'm set
With my new deep passing threat
To the 5-stars in the magazines
You ain't it, Aaron Murray!
Give me a transfer
Line of scrimmage advancer
More 1's than an exotic dancer
So, Elite Elevens!
(Yeah!)
Elevens!
(Yeah!)
Has your coach a thing for undergraduates?
(Hell yeah!)
Tell them you're flakin'!
(Flakin'!)
Flakin'!
(Flakin!)
Flake and transfer post-graduate
Brety got quarterback!
So I'm looking at game videos
Defenses falling like dominoes
You can tell that Jim Grobe
I'll piss on his roster like fresh snow
So your coach runs a spread
I run an offense from bros that are dead
But my system ain't for those who don't graduate
My depth chart don't want none
Unless you got degrees, son!
So fellas, if the degree is had
And you wanna run a goal line stack
Dial 1-900-BIEL-WITH-IT
All those other coaches ain't shit
Brety got quarterback
Brety got quarterback
Degree early on quarterback Wisconsin
Degree early on quarterback Wisconsin
Degree early on quarterback Wisconsin
Degree early on quarterback Wisconsin
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