I Remember (Tribute to Whitey Ford)
by Iggy pop
Your mother, you fuckin faggot
La da da, da da da, da da
Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo
We still remember
Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo
We still remember
There once was a man who liked to jump around
But he got too old to jump up and down
But he got too old to jump up and down
So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up
Started singin the blues like there's no tomorrow
Left his boys in the house of pain
It was the wisest decision he ever made
But the dumbest thing he could ever do
Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do
Left his boys in the house of pain
It was the wisest decision he ever made
But the dumbest thing he could ever do
Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do
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
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
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 would'a murdered you
Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch
You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich
But the dumbest thing that you could ever do
Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do
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 would'a murdered you
Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch
You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich
But the dumbest thing that you could ever do
Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady
Tell me now what you gonna do
yo yo yo
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 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
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 rediculous 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 tryin to steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish
Man I wish I was irish, I could be a too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up wit you?
I never fucked with you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, you 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 everytime I write a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues
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 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
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 rediculous 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 tryin to steal your light or nothin
But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish
Man I wish I was irish, I could be a too
Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do
What's up wit you?
I never fucked with you, why would you fuck with me?
Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, you 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 everytime I write a lyric, I'mma think of you
And maybe that'll help me know what it's like to sing the blues
x2
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy, fuck
And by the way, a 380's a fuckin sissy gun
If 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
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt
And by the way, a 380's a fuckin sissy gun
If 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
You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt