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[Verse]
On the fields of Arrowhead, where the Chiefs line up to play,
They've got the sharpest tackles and the speed to make you sway.
But when the game's all over, the stories start to spin,
About them breakin' every law, ain't no way they're gonna win.
[Verse 2]
The quarterback's got a rap sheet longer than a mile,
Robbin' banks and leavin' scars, but he's got that boyish smile.
The linebackers stealin' cars, out in the dead of night,
They'll sack you and they'll jack you, then vanish from sight.
[Chorus]
Kansas City Chiefs, playin' foul all the same,
On the field they're heroes, off it they're to blame.
Wearin' red and gold, but the stripes they got are black,
Runnin' from the law while they run a perfect stack.
[Verse 3]
The coach is in on it, got a plan so breakin' bad,
He calls the plays on Sundays, then schemes a new heist, man.
The tight end's evading taxes, buying yachts and fancy suits,
Catchin' every ball they throw, and dodging lawyers’ pursuits.
[Bridge]
In Kansas City bars, the whispers start to go,
How the Chiefs are gamblin' (with the) law they just don't know.
Police sirens wail but they don't seem to care,
They're runnin’ touchdowns while they're runnin' from the sheriff's lair.
[Verse 4]
Sunday morning bailouts just to make it to the game,
With every down and dirty play, they're building up their fame.
In the end zone they might dance, but in court they take a stance,
Claimin' innocence with charm and that guilty glance.