Christmas Letters from all 32 NFL teams
Dear NFL,
I’m the definition of “half man, half love”
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy, that’s wassup
After bucks, crush teams after us
Win games, then we laugh at mugs
Nothing but big rings, check the wish list
How we spend this, what changed but the name?
I’m still here, you rockin’ with the best
No need to write rhymes, I’ll write checks
Who’s the boss? Jerry’s loss
Don’t think cause Matty’s iced out, Cam will cool off
Who else but me? And if you don’t feel me
That means you can’t touch me, it’s ugly, trust me
Get it right, cats, we won’t ever leave
We just moved in silence and repped til they grieve
It’s official, I will own the Panthers
Signin’ Kaep, no practice or standards
I will, own the Panthers, I will own the Panthers
I won’t be stopped now, cause I’m P. Diddy
I will, own the Panthers, I will own the Panthers
I won’t be stopped now, cause I’m P. Diddy
Then after the first verse, I bring in re-recordings of Biggie, throw Busta Rhymes on the track, and add Petey Pablo because he’s from North Carolina and always raisin’ up. You already know how this goes. Quit playing with me. I get money like that’ll 50 Cent song. You know he had me on the remix, right? Jay-Z got a NBA franchise. Give me a NFL franchise. Me and Cam. Can’t stop. Won’t stop. Take that. Take that.
Signed, Diddy