Real Song-- "What I Like About You"
Here is my version:
"What I Like About You"
Hey, uh-uh
Hey, bad boy
What I like about you, Don't keep them pants on tight Tell me not the only one, wanna come over tonight, yeah
Keep on whispering in my ear
Gonna go pants, little Johnny Deere, 'cause it's true
That's what I like about you
What I like about you, you really know how to pants
When you go up, down,down down down, think about da skill to pants, yeah
Keep on whispering in my ear
Gonna go pants, little Johnny Deere, 'cause it's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
Whaat?!?
Hey!
What I like about you, you keep me warm at night
No one wants to sleep near you, wake 'em up and pull real tight, yeah
Keep on whispering in my ear
Gonna go pants, little Johnny Deere, 'cause it's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you (whispered)
That's what I like about you (whispered)
That's what I like about you (whispered)
That's what I like about you (whispered)
Hey, uh-huh, hey hey hey hey
Uh-huh, bbbbbbb
Hey, uh-huh, hey
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Real song-- "Remember the Name"
Here is my version (complete, but last several verses are normal):
"Remember The Gays"
You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus]
This is ten percent fuck, twenty percent dil(do)
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent gay
And a hundred percent reason to remember the gays!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, a homo
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about reality
Oh! there goes gravity! OH OH OH OII!
Makin the story - makin sure his D!cl{ stays up
That means when he puts it down girls walkin on in! Let's go!
Who the hell are they anyway?
They never really talk much
Always concerned with dolphins but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from ridin cacks
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, or to get some respect
He knows he cant get any anways, his dildos beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is gay
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Gays"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!