[S.T.G.]
Ya'll know me same S.T.G.
But I've made a parody.
Hated on by most these writers,
With talent? Please.
No talent, without G's.
I got deals, and new things,
And new duo parodies, I hear Big Ally's
Mad at me cause
I finally recorded all those things called my parodies,
Got a page on the internet, and it's got the lyrics of the tracks.
Soon to be added, too, are plaques.
Pastin' them on a website, like a wooden shelf filled with trophies.
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my brain freeze.
Yo' please.
You better bow down on both knees,
Who you think made fun of Backstreet.
Who you think's part of the oldies
Owner Chucky, DarkJon, and new Junior, see, and Tong Anti-Bush Republic
Hating.
And a parody about the west wing.
Gave you parodies of new things.
The "Bong Song" stroll through in you hood
And when your parody votes wasn't doin' too good
Who's the artist that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you writers that said I turned dumb
Or the bad one.
Ya'll are the reason S.T.G. ain't been getting no sleep
So screw ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me, then tell me.
Ya'll are gonna keep backing up for me
And turn me back to the old me.

[Jen]
Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.
Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.

So what do you say when their rhymes you hate?
And you don't wanna cause trouble your way
Wanna write things in a better way?
Just study the works of STG
One day I was walkin by
Parodies on my mind
When I saw this guy givin me an awkward eye
And beat him up in the school yard wit his little pal
I don't care at all if it's bad or not
I'm smarter than them tryna' make their songs
But they're thick as ****
I write next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Walkin out wit two parody songs
tryna shake them off
Screw you too bitch call the cops
I'ma beat you with them loud and clever parody songs
And when the fans came through
Me and G stood next to a burnt out PC
Wit a mouth full of crap and a hand full of papers
And still wasn't found out
Well from them their rhymes are moronic too
Tellin ya today and every day's a new
But I'm still loco and nuts
I'll choke you to death wit a Charleston chew

STG hotter than Dre it's so easy
When you got the rhymes down
And the votes go up to the mid 80's
Callin them ladies
Sorry G but I goin crazy
There is no way that you can save them
It's ok, help them STG

Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.
Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.

[S.T.G]
If it was up to me,
You parody writers would stop e-mailing me
Wit your eyes out lookin' up to me.
Like you want a new parody.
When my last parody was out you weren't voting me.
But now that I got this little company,
Now everybody wanna come to me like this was some disease
But you won't get a lyric from me,
Cause I'm from the streets of
I wrote them all . .
All you parody writers,
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around make fun about guns
Like for me that ain't done.
What you think I just made that up?
Cause I write stuff up,
Now all I get is hate mail all saying S.T.G. is dumb.
What cause I been on the site with DJ and Junior as my pals,
Tryin' to create a parody artist now,
Jen ain't havin' that,
This is the millennium of Parody rap,
Ain't gonna be nothin after that,
So give me one more voting stack and **** that,
You can have it back.
So where's all the mad writers at?
It's like a jungle on the internet.
But all you stupid cats,
Knew that I was writin' crap,
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch.

[Jen]
Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.
Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.
Nowadays everybody wanna type,
Like they got a parody, but it never goes right.
When they lick their lips,
Type it with their fingertips,
Parody artists act like they forgot S.T.G.