D12 - I Remember lyrics

Your mother, you f**ing f*ggot La da da, da da da, da da (repeated) Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Schrody Rest in peace, we ain't forget about you, you f**ing h*mo We still remember There once was a man who liked to jump around But he got too old to jump up and down So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up Started singing the blues like there 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 who act shady Tell me now what you gonna do [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 a** sing no more I remember back when you had The Knack And I remember when you had your first heart attack I was right there laughing when I heard the news I just wish the cardiac woulda murdered you Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a b**h 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 who act shady Tell me now what you gonna do [Hook] Yo (yo) yo (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 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 dis me, b**h? I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat beside you Started rhyming, then you left the room and didn't say goodbye or nothing? Like you mad that someone else was white and tried to rhyme or something I'm sorry man, I wasn't trying to steal your light or nothing But you're a h*mos**ual, white rapping 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 with you? I never f**ed with you, why would you f** with me? Knowing I could rap circles around you, what, you as nuts as me? Plus I can sing better than you and I don't f**ing 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'mma think of you And maybe that will help me know what it's like to sing the blues [Hook]x2 You f**in punk, p**y, you f**in f*ggot, sissy, f** And by the way, a .380's a f**in sissy gun If you're gonna shoot somebody use a f**in real gun You little b**h Next time say my f**in name in a song Don't be subliminal about it You wanna f**in diss me, diss me you f**in f*ggot You f**in punk, p**y, you f**in little b**h, f**in c*nt