and lmfao @ this.......
And he goes by the name of…
Mike Nolan
Some fans don’t like “rollin”
I strike poses
In suits, I wear the right clothin’
I cut and, re-sign a dozen, starting on the Niners
Half the fans want to replace me with Marty Schottenheimer
I’m whacker than the motherfucker who gave us huge bar bills
I couldn’t get 3 straight W’s in a URL
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin’ out in the open
I’m doin’ Derek, Kwame, Tully Banta-Cain, and even Mo Hicks
My name is Mike Nolan, I’m a player’s nightmare
I make no change when the better guy’s sitting right there
I might care if I weren’t paid to suck like naked whores
No changes at this time, now, we’ve got to stay the course
Bitch I’m comin’ out runnin’, so much it’ll make your eyes spin
And in the 4th I’ll just settle for onside kicks
The proof is in the record, we need a new scheme AND roids
We need to do a better job from a team standpoint!
So when you see us missing blocks, with two stops, we run on 3rd and get dropped
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Smith talking that shit behind my back, his shoulder’s cracked, tellin’ the media that I’m on crack
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
So put that blame square on my back, go run and tell the press, I’ll catch some flak
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
But see me in my room, you’re CUT, cuz you’re just not tough enough
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
When it comes to the team, collectively, we need to improve
We’re forever passing, Gore’s never having his moves
Put on display, we got away from the run for no reason
Just some bold defense was enough for those three wins
And I credit old D. Smith, whom our eye surgeon renewed
But in the Mercury News I still won’t get a hurtful review
“I’m sure they’ll keep you,” Matt Maiocco said to me
Have patience, gentlemen, I’m building a special team
One like the Ravens, that wins with its defense and special teams
Behave collectively, I’ll trade anyone who questions me
Somehow we got worse blockers, I should get an Oscar
Pathological liar, blowin’ the shit out of Jim Hostler
The sleaziest, PC-est, most indecent bitch, backstabber
Compulsive faker, impulsive trader, blatherer (that’s not a word, but I don’t care)
Half Erickson, half Cam
But our fans would be doing handstands
If they actually HAD Cam
So when you see us missing blocks, with two stops, we run on 3rd and get dropped
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Smith talking that shit behind my back, his shoulder’s cracked, tellin’ the media that I’m on crack
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
So put that blame square on my back, go run and tell the press, I’ll catch some flak
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
But see me in my room, you’re CUT, cuz you’re just not tough enough
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Somebody expects a lot outta this team
There’s a webpage runnin’, they say somethin’ about puttin me out on the street
FireNolan.org is a scheme, don’t pay attention to critics
Alex’s shoulder is fine, we don’t need a second opinion
Fuck droppin’ the ball, Darrell’s a steady receiver
And as for Jason Hill, he’ll be ready in three years
And getting Lelie here, we just needed a bench warmer
We sent former backups to other teams just to get ordered
After the games I attack all the guys, for not being able to capitalize
Sometimes it comes down to bad play from all the backups we find
Our nose tackle might as well be Suge Knight
I don’t want anymore stars
They show up in sports cars
It’s not what we want our team to look like
This football team’s a joke, and I’m the lead comedian
Two more sacks and I’m cutting Roderick Green again
On the current roster, 46 of the 53 I picked
It’s been three years, but I still don’t got the team to win!
So when you see us missing blocks, with two stops, we run on 3rd and get dropped
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Smith talking that shit behind my back, his shoulder’s cracked, tellin’ the media that I’m on crack
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
So put that blame square on my back, go run and tell the press, I’ll catch some flak
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
But see me in my room, you’re CUT, cuz you’re just not good enough
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
And he goes by the name of…
Mike Nolan
Some fans don’t like “rollin”
I strike poses
In suits, I wear the right clothin’
I cut and, re-sign a dozen, starting on the Niners
Half the fans want to replace me with Marty Schottenheimer
I’m whacker than the motherfucker who gave us huge bar bills
I couldn’t get 3 straight W’s in a URL
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin’ out in the open
I’m doin’ Derek, Kwame, Tully Banta-Cain, and even Mo Hicks
My name is Mike Nolan, I’m a player’s nightmare
I make no change when the better guy’s sitting right there
I might care if I weren’t paid to suck like naked whores
No changes at this time, now, we’ve got to stay the course
Bitch I’m comin’ out runnin’, so much it’ll make your eyes spin
And in the 4th I’ll just settle for onside kicks
The proof is in the record, we need a new scheme AND roids
We need to do a better job from a team standpoint!
So when you see us missing blocks, with two stops, we run on 3rd and get dropped
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Smith talking that shit behind my back, his shoulder’s cracked, tellin’ the media that I’m on crack
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
So put that blame square on my back, go run and tell the press, I’ll catch some flak
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
But see me in my room, you’re CUT, cuz you’re just not tough enough
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
When it comes to the team, collectively, we need to improve
We’re forever passing, Gore’s never having his moves
Put on display, we got away from the run for no reason
Just some bold defense was enough for those three wins
And I credit old D. Smith, whom our eye surgeon renewed
But in the Mercury News I still won’t get a hurtful review
“I’m sure they’ll keep you,” Matt Maiocco said to me
Have patience, gentlemen, I’m building a special team
One like the Ravens, that wins with its defense and special teams
Behave collectively, I’ll trade anyone who questions me
Somehow we got worse blockers, I should get an Oscar
Pathological liar, blowin’ the shit out of Jim Hostler
The sleaziest, PC-est, most indecent bitch, backstabber
Compulsive faker, impulsive trader, blatherer (that’s not a word, but I don’t care)
Half Erickson, half Cam
But our fans would be doing handstands
If they actually HAD Cam
So when you see us missing blocks, with two stops, we run on 3rd and get dropped
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Smith talking that shit behind my back, his shoulder’s cracked, tellin’ the media that I’m on crack
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
So put that blame square on my back, go run and tell the press, I’ll catch some flak
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
But see me in my room, you’re CUT, cuz you’re just not tough enough
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Somebody expects a lot outta this team
There’s a webpage runnin’, they say somethin’ about puttin me out on the street
FireNolan.org is a scheme, don’t pay attention to critics
Alex’s shoulder is fine, we don’t need a second opinion
Fuck droppin’ the ball, Darrell’s a steady receiver
And as for Jason Hill, he’ll be ready in three years
And getting Lelie here, we just needed a bench warmer
We sent former backups to other teams just to get ordered
After the games I attack all the guys, for not being able to capitalize
Sometimes it comes down to bad play from all the backups we find
Our nose tackle might as well be Suge Knight
I don’t want anymore stars
They show up in sports cars
It’s not what we want our team to look like
This football team’s a joke, and I’m the lead comedian
Two more sacks and I’m cutting Roderick Green again
On the current roster, 46 of the 53 I picked
It’s been three years, but I still don’t got the team to win!
So when you see us missing blocks, with two stops, we run on 3rd and get dropped
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Smith talking that shit behind my back, his shoulder’s cracked, tellin’ the media that I’m on crack
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
So put that blame square on my back, go run and tell the press, I’ll catch some flak
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK
But see me in my room, you’re CUT, cuz you’re just not good enough
I JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK