First, a poem:
And Alabama snaps wildly
Georgia, what’s forty points minus seventeen
Can you please remind me?
Barn so hard, this season crazy
Y'all don't know that Gus ain’t playing
The Tigers went four and two and he knew that it’s gravy
Barn so hard, this season weird
We ain't even 'pose to be here
Barn so hard, since we here
It's only right that we ain’t scared
Try us, we liable to go Davis
Take your pick: Carlton, Ryan, or Chris, Kick 6
Barn so hard, Bama’s rush stopped, Ridley looked like liver chopped
Jalen Hurts just losing snaps, fumbling the ball like a slick rock
Barn so hard, You know who, Kerryon gonna play this week too
He’ll be great, unlike Georgia’s fate
When Chubb and Michel run for like forty two
Barn so hard, let's run fades, Slayton deep on like six plays
Full throttle, swag waddle, KJ scores in like three ways
(Barn so hard) Georgia behave, be happy with the Peach game
Playoffs, big rings, Gus takin' Auburn to New Year’s day
Man, Auburn’s so good at slaughtering elephants, it might as well be related to the president.