Eminem I Remember (Tribute to Whitey Ford) Lyrics

Your mother, you f___in f__got

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 f___in h___
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 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

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

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 b____
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 s___, man
I was into it
But then you went and took your style and switched the s___
Now you sound rediculous you d___less piece of s___,
How could you diss me, b____?
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 h___sexual, 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 f___ed with you, why would you f___ 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 f___in 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, s___ 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

You f___in punk, p____, you f___in f__got, 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____
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__got
You f___in punk, p____, you f___in little b____, f___in c___