Between The Synapses isn't just about the mental processes of failure and struggle; we focus on the victors as well. Today, we examine the thoughts of Coach Bill Snyder, shortly after he saw his Kansas State team upset Baylor to run their record on the year to 4-0.
This is the fuckin' shit I be talking about. Half-passin ass motherfuckers. You think it's a game? You think it's a fucking gaaaame? COME ON! [bassline drops] WHACHA REALLY WANT? WHACHA REALLY WAAAANT?
BILLY S!
SNYD OR DIE!
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, WHAT'S MY NAME?
Billy S, and I be the best, you see the rest, they lookin' like they need a rest
ONE MORE TIME!
I'ma spit at you some shit that's gon' git at you and be fuckin with yo mind
STOP TALKING SHIT!
Cause you out there, spinnin yo towel, and really don't know who you fuckin with
HERE WE GO AGAIN!
How many times do I have to tell Big 12 coaches I have no friends?
YOU STILL ACTIN' UP!
Running around here like some weak-ass bootleg that's about to get stuffed
THE GAME DON'T STOP!
Gettin' first downs for whatever, whenever, that's why my shit is hot.
CAN'T KEEP IT REAL! Now, some of us do, but Kansas sure don't, that's just how Coach Snyder feel.
I SHED BLOOD! For my peoples, that'll keep you lookin' see-through, whenever you try yo creep through
BIL! LY! S!
Cause if you want, we got it, come it and get it, Baylor we wit it, all you gotta do is say it baby
SNYD OR DIE!
Whatcha'll Texans want?
Whatcha'll Texans want?
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind, up in here, up in here!
Y'all gon' make me call deep routes, up in here, up in here!
Y'all gon' make me quote the rules, up in here, up in here!
Y'all gon' make lose my cool, up in here, up in here!
If I gots to bring it to you Okies then it's gonna be quick
Say you won the Cotton Bowl before? Suck my dick
And all them other teams you run with get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna come at Bill with some bum shit?
There go the gun - click, nine one one shit, all over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit?
Big 12 remind me of a strip club, cause every time we come around it's like I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to
But I'm not him, alright slim, so watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, coachin' next to someone else, and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin' that now cause they miss you
Shit, Dan Beebe tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back, lookin' at the roof of the church
Coach Nutt screaming "GIG!" and it hurts
HOLD UP! One, two, meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff SNYDERS! Meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big BALLERS! Meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly LADIES! Meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside
My Manhattan PEOPLES! Meet me outside, meet me outside, meet me outside