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