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