The Nebraska Cornhuskers fired their head football coach, Bo Pelini, on November 30, 2014. 2 Days later he held a closed door meeting with ...
The Nebraska Cornhuskers fired their head football coach, Bo Pelini, on November 30, 2014. 2 Days later he held a closed door meeting with his former players. Some of that audio has has since been leaked. Here's the audio of the meeting that you HAVEN'T heard. . .nn(Lyrics)nnStraight outta Youngstown, crazy motherfucker named Bo PnCall me Grumpy and my brother be DopeynWhen I’m pissed off I shoot my lips offnFavorite finger is the middle one that flips offnI’m out son, so who’s coming with menTo Youngstown State with no Hate, and an ADnWho knows football, man, this dude’s the bestnHe’s always looking so sexy in his sweatervestnMC Pelini and I’m spitting hot firenIf you come around my ass, I’m gonna frisk you for a wirenShots fired at Eich, man, I’m bustin’ like a GatnCalled him a pussy I ain’t talkin’ bout my catnSo. . . step it up, now, HarvnBring your turkey ass up because it’s time for me to carvenI’ll tell the whole university to grab on deezenBut mad respect for you if you repping McD’snCrewneck and a flat bill hatnChompin on my gum like I’m Ozzie with a batnAnd Eichorst? He never want us to winnWith beady ass eyes and his pastie skinnIn abandoning ship, so good luck with your wrecknMiss Eichorst’d sure look pretty in my used Crewneck.nYoungstown State will be on the attacknI’m the white D’Angelo, time for a comeback.nIf you’re a Beaver-loving hippy from Oregon, better ducknCause I got 9 wins and zero fucks.nOn my gum, yo, chompin’ with a frownnBut when I come back boy, I’m coming straight outta YoungstownnnStraight outta Youngstown, another crazy ass versenBack to haunt your team like the Bieber CursenGot a closet full of Khakis for all my outfit switchesnTo all you snitches, you know you’re getting stitchesnCall me honkie LeBron, ‘Cause I’m goin’ HomenGot a team to coach, where my mouth can foamnA school where the AD doesn’t dress in skirtsnAnd nobody gives a fuck about the color of your shirtsnYo, Ryker? Let’s go cause some strifenAnd if we get convicted, I’m pleading the FyfenAnd to JP? I’m really gonna miss younIt was never my intent to hurt or diss younForgive me son, for I know not what I donBut for old time’s sake, here’s one last fuck you!nDone pointing thumbs, it’s time to point a fingernPerlman brought in Eich as a motherfuckin’ ringernBeat so dope makin’ all the ladies TwerknAnd as for you, Chatelain you can suck my DirknPut your ass in full nelson like JordynGo ahead, come at me, I’m a man I’m 40n‘Comin for you suckers like I’m Raid for a RoachnMight just make T-Magic my next QB coachnEven though I got the axe I still got it maden150K a month, Your boy is gettin’ paidnBlah, blah, blah, the glories in the deednI’m using my buyout money to help Carl buy some weednGot money on money, like I’m Richie RichnNow I’m outtie, to make the FCS my bitchnStraight outta Youngstown Less
