Ya mother...f**in' f*ggot
Hey yo...this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody
Rest in peace
We'll never forget about you...f**in h*mo
We'll still remember
There once was a man who liked to jump around. (jump around) (yo)
But he got too old to jump up and down. (up and down) (so then what happened?)
So he put the mic down and picked a guitar up. (picked a guitar up) (and then he what?)
Started singin the blues like there was no tomorrow. (no tomorrow) (come on)
Left his boys in the House of Pain. (in the House of Pain) (biach)
It was the wisest decision he ever made. (ever made)
But the dumbest thing that he could ever do. (he could ever do) (was what?)
Was try ta buck a 380 on those that act shady
Tell me now whatchu gonna do? (now whatchu gonna do?) (haha)
Cuz I remember all those years (yeah)
How it was when you were here (c'mon)
I remember how it was (what)
How it was when you were young (yeah)
Yesterday was so long ago (long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old a** sing no more
I remember back when you had the knack. (had the knack) (hahahahaha)
And I remember when you had your first heart attack. (heart attack) (*wheezing noise)
I was right there laughin' when i heard the news. (heard the news)
I just wish the cardiac would've murdered you. (would've murdered you) (damn)
Maybe Ice T's right, you are a b**h. (you are a b**h) (maybe he's right)
You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich (leave when you're rich) (haha)
But the dumbest thing you could ever do (that you could ever do) (was what?)
Was try ta buck a 380 on those that act shady
Tell me now whatchu gonna do? (now whatchu gonna do?)
Cuz I remember all those years. (what?)
How it was when you were here. (come on)
I remember how it was. (what?)
How it was when you were young
Yesterday was so long ago. (long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old a** sing no more. (Yo yo yo yo yo yo)
Remember back in '94
Like right before Miss Everlast was Whitey Ford
Before his heart attack had him on life support. (beep beep)
When House of Pain was out of fame
Like someone doused the flame
And they became destined to never jump around again
Or even further back, when I first had heard the knack
When you were down with syndicate
I went to get the sh**, man I was into it
But then you went, and took your style, and switched the sh**
Now you sound ridiculous
You dickless piece of sh**, how could you diss me b**h? (huh?)
I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude
Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat beside you
Started rhymin' then you left the room and didn't say goodbye or nuthin
Like you mad that someone else was white and tryin' ta rhyme or somethin'
I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin ta steal your light or nuthin
But you're a h*mos**ual, white rappin' Irish (unknown)
Man I wish I was Irish, I could be a (unknown) too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up witchu?
I never f**ed witchu, why would you f** with me?
Knowin' I could rap circles around you, what? Is you nuts as me?
Plus I can sing better than you, and I don't f**in' sing
And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string
But I ain't mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you
I'm what you used to be; sh**, you was me in '92
So every time I write a lyric, I'ma think of you
And maybe that'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues
(la-di-da)
Cuz I remember all those years
How it was when you were here. (I know)
I remember how it was. (how it was)
How it was when you were young. (when you were young)
Yesterday was so long ago. (long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old a** sing no more
Cuz I remember all those years. (what)
How it was when you were here. (come on)
I remember how it was. (how it was)
How it was when you were young
Yesterday was so long ago. (long ago)
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now
Don't nobody wanna hear your old a** sing no more
f**in h*mo (p**y)
f**in f*ggot sissy (f**)
And by the way, 380's a f**in' sissy gun. (h*mo)
You gonna shoot somebody use a f**in' real gun. (dont f** wit me)
Little b**h
Next time say my f**in' name in the song
Dont be subliminal about it. (you know)
You gonna diss me, f**in' diss me, f**in' f*ggot
f**in' punk p**y
f**in' little b**h
f**in' c*nt
Little f**in'...f**