Luyện nghe bài hát I Remember

Your mother, you faggot

La da da, da da da, da da (repeated)

Aiyo, this next song is to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we forget about you, you fuckin homo
We remember

There 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 picked the guitar up (picked the up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the blues like there no (no tomorrow)
(come on) Left his boys in the house of pain (the of pain)
It was the wisest decision he ever (ever made)
But the thing he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to a 380 on those who act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you do)

Cause I remember all years
How it was when you here
I remember how it was, how it was when you were
Yesterday was so ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit 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 first attack (heart attack)
I was right laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)
I just wish the would'a 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 when rich
But the thing he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to a 380 on those who act shady
Tell me now 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 became destined to never jump around again
Or even back, when i first had heard The Knack
And you down 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 rediculous you dickless piece of shit,
How you diss me, bitch?
I liked you, thought you was for a white dude,
Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat you
Started rhymin, then you the room
and didn't say or nothin?
Like you was mad someone else was
and tried to rhyme or somethin
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal your or nothin
But a homosexual, white rappin Irish {*faggot*?}
Man I I was irish, I could be a {*faggot*?} too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't what to do
What's up with
I never fucked with you, why you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap around you, what, are you as nuts as me?
I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing
And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a
But I ain't mad at you, I'd me too if I was you
I'm what you used to be, you was me in '92
So I write a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that will help me know it's like to sing the blues

You punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a 380's a sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin gun
You bitch
Next time say my name in a song
Don't be subliminal it
You wanna fuckin diss me, me you fuckin faggot
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, cunt