Rocky will shout, “Fuck you, I don’t care!”
Bossing Squirrel like he the Godfather, beware,
Hating on the King Henry, ain’t playing fair,
We all know small but mighty, he’s got that glare.
CP Squirrels say it again, fighters on the track,
Always ready to battle, never looking back.
Improvise, adapt, overcome, it’s the code,
My big brother Rocky, he’s the one who’ll explode.
With his puss puss in hand, he’s ready to ride,
A bitter godfather, but I’m right by his side.
Wheelchair don’t fool, he’s an asshole with class,
Shouting “Fuck you!” like a champ, he’ll kick your ass.
Every trouble he battles, every scar on his skin,
Fighter by birth, you know he’ll always win.
Got my ink singed on my arm, I’m his keeper for life,
Through the chaos and rage, he handles that strife.
Improvise, adapt, overcome, feel the heat,
Rocky’s my hero, he’ll never accept defeat.
With that fire in his eyes, he’s my right hand man,
Best believe he’s the boss of this badass plan.
Anxious in the fight, but he’ll never back down,
Angry like a lion, wearin' that crown.
A godfather in spirit, he runs this show,
Fuck all the judgment, they don’t know what we know.
Every struggle we face, together we rise,
He’s riding through the storm with that fire in his eyes.
Improvise, adapt, overcome, don’t you see?
Rocky’s my hero, forever we’ll be.
With his puss puss in hand, he’s ready to throw,
A bitter godfather, but together we grow.
So here’s to my brother, my champion, my friend,
Through every battle and storm, on him I depend.
Rocky, my godfather, my hero, my soul,
In this crazy world, he’s the one making me whole.
So fuck all the haters, let ‘em talk all they want,
Rocky’s the godfather, and I’m proud of that stud
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