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