Street fighter, cat clawing, ruthless, dog biting, wallie wrenching fans.

[renocat]

Fans take on the attitude of the coach.  We all took to Hugs and Frank's everyman, do what it takes to win, relentless attack attitude.  These past few years have been expected to sit quietly like old men and drool hoping someone comes and cleans the crap out of gruns.  If we get excited and start yelling and spitting they give us brain deadening meds.   They are trying to neuter us Wildass Meancats.  Thankfully I can still cuss and holler at home listening or watching the game.  Are the rowdy fans dead?

[CNS]

MIA.  Real recognize real.

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At the state fair I was looking at a booth when a guy in a KU shirt farted.   My first thought was the KU fight song, and laughed to myself.   Now my kind and genteel sportsmanship inner guy is putting a guilt trip from hell on me.   I find myself crying in the shower.  When I whizz I wonder sadly how a poor KU peon can do this after their pervert response to our band.  The worse is trying to make baby Jayhawks  on the thrown of relief without making noise.  Oh hell I did it again.   What can I do to change?

[J]

They tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now
I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it
A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how
My crap is crooked look at how far I done got without it
I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real
We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still
I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still
And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell