Madden Nights

[Verse]
Joystick samurai, hands move divine,
Pizza box throne, I’m the king of the grind.
Controllers click-clack, the symphony’s mine,
Hail Mary every play, touchdown every time.
Energy electric, Gatorade sippin',
Trash talk loud, opponents stay trippin'.
Clock ticks slow, but my moves fast,
QB sneak, breaking ankles like glass.
[Chorus]
Madden nights, where legends are born,
Party so wild, the game gets torn.
Dominate the sticks, never backin’ away,
This my field, my rules, my play.
[Verse 2]
Snacks on the table, chips in the air,
Opponent’s pride crumbled, despair everywhere.
Audible genius, chess in disguise,
Game plan tighter than grandma’s pies.
Dance in the end zone, pixel confetti,
Pressure on me? Nah, I’m always steady.
Beer pong breaks, then back to the grind,
Madden world champ in a party state of mind.
[Bridge]
Cheat codes? Nah, just skills too sick,
Readin’ defenses like a fortune-telling trick.
While they rage quit, I celebrate the feat,
Another dub, another track on repeat.

rap, trap beat with 808s and sharp hi-hats, male vocals, hard-hitting