I Remember (Dedication to Whitey Ford)

[Intro]

Your mother... you fuckin' faggot

Ayo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody

Rest in peace, we ain't forget about you, you fuckin' homo

We still remember

[Verse 1]

There once was a man who liked to "Jump Around" (Yeah)

But he got too old to jump up and down (So then what happened?)

So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (And then he what?)

Started singin' the blues like there was no tomorrow

He left his boys in the House of Pain

It was the wisest decision he ever made

But the dumbest thing that he could ever do (Is what?)

Was try to "buck a .380 on those that act shady"

Tell me now what you gonna do (Haha)

[Hook]

'Cause I remember all those years

How it was when you were here (C'mon)

I remember how it was (What)

How it was when you were young

Yesterday was so long ago

Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along, now

Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more

[Verse 2]

I remember back when you had "The Knack"

And I remember when you had your first heart attack

I was right there laughin' when I heard the news

I just wish the cardiac woulda murdered you (Damn)

Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (Maybe he's right)

You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich

But the dumbest thing that you could ever do (Is what?)

Was try to "buck a .380 on those that act shady"

Tell me now what you gonna do

[Hook]

'Cause I remember all those years

How it was when you were here (C'mon)

I remember how it was (What)

How it was when you were young

Yesterday was so long ago

Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along, now

Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more

[Verse 3]

Remember back in '94

Like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford

Before his heart attack had him on life support

When House of Pain was outta 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"

And you were down with Syndicate

I went to get your shit, man, I was into it

But then you went and took your style and switched the shit

Now you sound ridiculous, you dickless piece of shit

How could you diss me, bitch?

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 nothin'?

Like you mad that someone else was white and tried to rhyme or somethin'

I'm sorry, man, I wasn't tryna steal your light or nothin'

But you're a homosexual, white rappin' Irish [Muslim]

Man, I wish I was Irish, I could be a [Muslim] too

Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do

What's up with you?

I never fucked with you, why would you fuck with me?

Knowin' I could rap circles around you – what, are you as nuts as me?

Plus, I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin' 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, shit, you was me in '92

So every time I write a lyric, I'ma think of you

And maybe that will help me know "What It's Like" to sing the blues

[Hook]

'Cause I remember all those years

How it was when you were here

I remember how it was

How it was when you were young

Yesterday was so long ago

Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along, now

Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more

'Cause I remember all those years

How it was when you were here

I remember how it was

How it was when you were young

Yesterday was so long ago

Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along, now

Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more

[Outro]

Fuckin' punk pussy

Fuckin' faggot sissy fuck

And by the way – .380's a fuckin' sissy gun

You're gonna shoot somebody, use a fuckin' real gun, you little bitch

Next time, say my fuckin' name in a song

Don't be subliminal about it

You wanna fuckin' diss me, diss me, you fuckin' faggot

Fuckin' punk pussy, fuckin' little bitch, fuckin' cunt

Little fuckin'...