(no subject)
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 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? (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 didnt 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 your a homosexual, 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 fucked witchu,
Why would you fuck 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 fuckin' sing.
And probably play guitar better,
And I aint never touched a string.
But I aint 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'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues.
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 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? (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 didnt 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 your a homosexual, 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 fucked witchu,
Why would you fuck 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 fuckin' sing.
And probably play guitar better,
And I aint never touched a string.
But I aint 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'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues.