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 Your mother, you fuckin 
 
 La da da, da da da, da da 
 
  this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody
 Rest in  we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo
 We still remember
 
 There once was a man  liked to jump around (jump around)
 But he got too old  jump up and down (up and down)
 (so  what happened?)
 So  put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up)
 (and then he 
 Started  the blues like there's no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
 (come on) Left his boys in the house of pain (the house of 
 It was the  decision he ever made (ever made)
 But the dumbest  he could ever do (could ever do)
 Was try to buck a 380 on  that act shady
 Tell me now what you gonna do  what you gonna do)
 
 [chorus]
  I remember all those years
 How  was when you were here
  remember how it was, how it was when you were young
 Yesterday  so long ago (long ago)
  Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now
 Don't nobody wanna hear  old ass sing no more
 
 remember back when you  The Knack (had the knack)
 And i remember  you had your first heart attack (heart attack)
 I  right there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news)
 I just wish the cardiac would'a  you (would'a murdered you)
 Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch  are a bitch)
 You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich  when you're rich)
 But the dumbest thing that you could ever do  could ever do)
 Was try  buck a 380 on those that act shady
 Tell me now what  gonna do (now what you gonna do)
 
 [chorus]
 
 yo (yo) yo  yo (yo)
 Remember back  '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 like someone doused the flame And they  destined to never jump
 around again
  even further 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  your style and switched the shit
 Now you  ridiculous you dickless piece of shit,
 How could you diss  bitch?
 I liked you, thought you was alright for a  dude,
 Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat  you
 Started rhymin,  you left the room
  didn't say goodbye or nothin?
 Like you mad that  else was
 White and tried to rhyme  somethin
 I'm  man, I wasn't tryin to steal your light or nothin
 But you're a  white rappin Irish {*Muslim*}
 Man I wish I was irish, I could be a {*Muslim*} 
 Then I'd be confused  you, and I wouldn't know what to do
  up with you?
 I never fucked  you, why would you fuck with me?
 Knowin I could rap circles around you, what,  nuts as me?
 Plus  can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing
 And probably play guitar better,  I ain't never touched a string
 But I ain't mad at you, I'd  me too if I was you
 I'm what you used to be, shit  was me in '92
  everytime I write a lyric, I'mma think of you
 And maybe that'll help me know what it's  to sing the blues
 
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 You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy, 
 And by the way,  380's a fuckin sissy gun
 If you're gonna shoot  use a fuckin real gun
 You little bitch
 Next time say my  name in a song
  be subliminal about it
 You wanna fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin 
 You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin