The Shortest King's Forty-Eight Hours

[Verse 1] From Heisman runner-up to a jobless decline, Forty-eight hours? Kid, you’re wasting their time. Good at posting, BETTER at ghosting, Rookie career? Just a joke you’re hosting. No pro jersey, just a professional stain, The Ravens cut the deadweight to end your reign. [Chorus] Measured five-foot-nine with a ten-foot-nine ego, Where did all that Twitter fame go? Zero snaps and a contract burned, The lesson that the Short King learned. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] You blasted every voter on your mobile phone, Now you’re sitting jobless in a total dead-zone. Good at barking, BETTER at departing, Cut before the training camp was even starting. Summer heat peaked, you were looking so weak, The Ravens cut the leak for the trophy they seek. Your jersey is a ghost, your career is a meme, The shortest stay on a winning team. [Chorus] Measured five-foot-nine with a ten-foot-nine ego, Where did all that Twitter fame go? Zero snaps and a contract burned, The lesson that the Short King learned. [Outro] The only thing smaller than your five-foot frame, Is the list of scouts who even know your name.