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Your
mother, you fuckin faggot
La da da, da da da, da da (repeated)
Aiyo, this next song is dedicated
to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we aint forget about
you, you fuckin homo
We still remember
There once was a man who liked
to jump around (jump around)
But he got too old to jump up and
down (up and down)
(so then what happened?)
So he put the mic down and picked
the guitar up (picked the guitar
up)
(and then he what?)
Started singin the blues like there
was no tommorrow (was no tommorrow)
(come on) Left his boys in the
House of Pain (the House of Pain)
It was the wisest decision he ever
made (ever made)
But the dumbest thing that he could
ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on those
that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do (now
what you gonna do)
[chorus]
Cause I remember all those years
How it was when you were here
I remember how it was, how it was
when you were young
Yesterday was so long ago (long
ago)
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old
ass sing no more
I remember back when you had The
Knack (had the knack)
And I remember when you had your
first heart attack (heart attack)
I was right there laughin when
I heard the news (heard the news)
I just wish the cardiac would'a
murdered you (would'a murdered
you)
(Damn) Maybe Ice-T's right, you
are a bitch (you are a bitch)
(maybe he's right)
You come around when you're broke
and you leave when you're rich
(leave when you're rich)
But the dumbest thing that you
could ever do (that you could ever
do)
Was try to buck a 380 on those
that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do (now
what you gonna do)
[chorus]
yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, like right
before Ms. Everlast was Whitey
Ford
Before his heart attack had him
on life support
When house of pain was out of fame
like someone doused the flame
And they became destined to never
jump around again
Or even further back, when i first
had heard The Knack
And you were down with Syndicate,
I went to get your shit, man
I was into it
But then you went and took your
style and switched the shit
Now you sound rediculous you dickless
piece of shit,
How could you diss me, bitch?
I liked you, thought you was alright
for a white dude,
Remember Sway and Tech when I came
up and sat beside you
Started rhymin, then you left the
room
and didn't say goodbye or nothin?
Like you was mad that someone else
was
White and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to
steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white
rappin Irish {*Muslim*}
Man I wish I was Irish, I could
be a {*Muslim*} too
Then I'd be confused as you, and
I wouldn't know what to do
What's up with you?
I never fucked with you, why would
you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap circles around
you, what, are you as nuts as me?
Plus I can sing better than you
and I don't fuckin sing
And probably play guitar better,
and I ain't never touched a string
But I ain't mad at you, I'd hate
me too if I was you
I'm what you used to be, shit you
was me in '92
So everytime I write a lyric, I'mma
think of you
And maybe that will help me know
what it's like to sing the blues
[chorus]x2
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin
faggot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a 380's a fuckin
sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot somebody
use a fuckin real gun
You little bitch
Next time say my fuckin name in
a song
Don't be subliminal about it
You wanna fuckin diss me, diss
me you fuckin faggot
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin
little bitch, fuckin cunt |
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