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