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 still

once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around)
But he got too old to jump up and (up and down)
(so then happened?)
So he put the mic down and the guitar up (picked the guitar up)
(and he what?)
Started singin the like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
(come on) Left his boys in the of pain (the house of pain)
It was the wisest decision he made (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 do (now what you gonna do)

Cause I remember all years
How it was when you were
I remember how it was, how it was when you were
Yesterday was so ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp came along now
nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more

I remember when you had The Knack (had the knack)
And i remember when you had your heart attack (heart attack)
I was there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)
I wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you)
Maybe right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch)
You come around when you're and you leave when you're rich
But the dumbest he could ever do (could ever do)
Was try to buck a 380 on those who act
Tell me now you gonna do (now what you gonna do)

yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo)
Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. was Whitey Ford
his heart attack had him on life support
When house of pain was out of like someone doused the flame
And they became destined to never jump again
Or even further back, i first had heard The Knack
And you were down with Syndicate, I to get your shit, man
I was it
But then you went and took your style and switched the
Now you sound rediculous you piece of shit,
How could you diss me,
I liked you, thought you was alright for a dude,
Remember and Tech when I came up and sat beside you
rhymin, then you left the room
and didn't say or nothin?
Like you was mad that someone was
White and to rhyme or somethin
I'm man, I wasn't tryin to steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish
Man I I was irish, I could be a {*faggot*?} too
I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up you?
I fucked with you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowin I rap circles around you, what, are you as nuts as me?
I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing
And probably play better, and I ain't never touched a string
But I mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you
I'm what you used to be, you was me in '92
So everytime I write a lyric, I'mma of you
And that will help me know what it's like to sing the blues

You fuckin punk, pussy, you faggot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a a fuckin sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin gun
You little
Next time say my fuckin in a song
be subliminal about it
You fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot
You punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt