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 Your mother, you  faggot
 
 La da da, da da da, da da 
 
 Aiyo, this  song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody
 Rest in peace, we aint forget about  you fuckin homo
 We still remember
 
 There once was a man who  to jump around (jump around)
 But he got  old to jump up and down (up and down)
 (so then what 
 So he put the mic down  picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up)
  then he what?)
 Started singin the blues like  no tomorrow (no tomorrow)
 (come on) Left his boys in the house of pain (the house  pain)
 It was the wisest decision  ever made (ever made)
  the dumbest thing he could ever do (could ever do)
  try to buck a 380 on those that act shady
 Tell me now what you  do (now what you gonna do)
 
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 Cause  remember all those years
 How it was when you  here
 I remember  it was, how it was when you were young
 Yesterday was so  ago (long ago)
 Kid Rock and  Bizkit came along now
 Don't  wanna hear your old ass sing no more
 
 remember back when you had The Knack (had the 
 And i remember when you had your first heart attack  attack)
 I was right there laughin when I heard the news (heard the 
 I just wish the  would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you)
 Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch  are a bitch)
 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 ever do (you could  do)
 Was try to buck a 380 on those  act shady
 Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you  do)
 
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 yo (yo)  (yo) yo (yo)
 Remember back in '94, like right  Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford
 Before his  attack had him on life support When house of pain was out of
 fame like someone doused the flame  they became destined to never jump
 around again
  even further back, when i first had heard The Knack
 And you were down with Syndicate, I went to  your shit, man
  was into it
 But then you went and took your style and switched  shit
 Now  sound ridiculous you dickless piece of shit,
 How could  diss me, bitch?
 I liked you, thought you was alright  a white dude,
 Remember Sway and Tech when  came up and sat beside you
 Started rhymin, then you left the 
 and didn't say  or nothin?
  you mad that someone else was
 White and tried to  or somethin
 I'm sorry man, I wasn't  to steal your light or nothin
 But you're a  white rappin Irish {*Muslim*}
 Man I wish I was  I could be a {*Muslim*} too
 Then I'd be confused as you, and  wouldn't know what to do
 What's up  you?
 I never fucked with  why would you fuck with me?
 Knowin I could rap circles around you,  you nuts as me?
  I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing
  probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string
  I ain't mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you
  what you used to be, shit you was me in '92
 So everytime I write a lyric, I'mma think  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, 
  by the way, a 380's a fuckin sissy gun
 If you're gonna shoot somebody use  fuckin real gun
 You little bitch
 Next time say my  name in a song
 Don't be subliminal about 
  wanna fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot
 You  punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt