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GATERS THINK "MSU" WUZ A FRATERNITY, WILL LOSE TO
BULLDOGS TWO WEEKS IN A DANGED ROW!!!!

The screen door on Bubba Ray's back porch fell off it's rusty hinges as it slammed behind the feller 'bout a quarter to midnight Monday nite on his way to visit the ghost a Granpappy Wish-Me-Die hisself. Ya' see, Bubba Ray wuz with his Granpappy Wish-Me-Die way, way back when he wuz jest a little feller and ain't never tried no hooch. So Granpappy took little Bubba Ray up on Hunker Down Mountin in the hickry and piney woods to teach the boy to sip like a real Bulldawg. Well, there they wuz, and Granpappy Wish-Me-Die sez, he sez, "Bubba Ray son, ya' take this here jar a shine and ya' jest gulp 'er down and smack yer lips and let yer tongue hang out. Wish-Me-Die if'n it won't make ya' a Bulldawg!" And jest as Granpappy touches his lips with white lightnin', this here bolt a lightnin' comes a boltin' down and ZZAAPPPP!!!! vaporizes Granpappy. There weren't nuthin' left but a Red & Black Bulldawg hat, a crispy wallet size photo a Vince Dooley, an a vibratin' Mason Jar.

So now each Hallerween Time, Bubba Ray packs his knapsack with Tootsie Rolls, Honey Buns, Levi Garrett chew, Jimmy Beam, Pabst Blue Ribbon, Vienner Sawsage, Fried Chicken, an Tater Salad and goes to see his Granpappy Wish-Me-Die's apparition to git a prediction on the impendin' Gater Whuppin'.

As Bubba Ray got near to the very spot where his Granpappy exited so many years ago, his heart started a thump, thump, thumpin' and a spooky ol' cloud covered the full moon as a hootey owl hootey hooted. Bubba Ray took a long swig a Jimmy Beam and chased it with four Pabst Blue Ribbons. Shovin' some Levi Garrett in one side a his mouth, and Tater Salad in the other, the wind picked up and the temperture got colder and colder. Suddenly, a misty mist started to form and then it commenced to turn Red & Black and then there wuz woofin' and barkin' and KAPLOWWIE!!! Granpappy Wish-Me-Die wuz standin' over a quiverin' shiverin' Bubba Ray who had jest swallered a whole drumb stick without chewin'.

Dear Little Bubba
no need to have fear

Yer Granpappy Wish-Me-Die
is once agin here

Them Gaters is Cocky
I think it's genetic

Their core is obnoxious
it is truly pathetic

Dawgs ain't whupped 'em lately
seems like a eternity

Zook better keep coachin'
and avoid the Fraternity

Their Ball Chunker's good
it's a feller named Leak

But Odell and our "D"
will make 'im look meek

You can kick ugly Gaters
& they'll jest keep on Chompin'

Though we're way overdue
fer a Ol' Time Dawg Stompin'

It is Hallerween Time
& we might see a Spook

It may be the last time
that we all see Ron Zook!!!

We'll hear lots a "Two Bits"
they might be first to score

Orange & Blue 26
& our Dawgs 34!!!!