Have you ever been rated,
Or humilaited on-line?
I have, I've been de-rated,
Re-humiliated all night.
Gritty lines for my witty rhymes.
Look at the sites.
Sick is the mind
Of the par'dy-lovin' kid that's on-line,
It's his connection,
This section runs deep
As lessons reloading,
Comments glaring from parents,
Just blow 'em off and keep goin.'
Not takin 'nothin' from no one,
"Highway to Hell"- song I'm parodying,
See the new songs, most are boring,
New artist names in new entries,
Leavem with a rate as sour
As the humour in they song,
They can't be bigger than me
Junior cannot figure me out
Look at me now,
I bet Ms. Spears is sick of me now.
Western River, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.

I'm sorry, River.
I never meant to diss you.
I never meant to diss you frontline,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.
I'm sorry, DarkJon,.
Don't you know that we missed you.
I've missed you here on AmIRight,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.


I got some parodies in my closet,
And I have not submitted them.
So before they give the disconnection and close it,
I'ma expose it.
I'll take you back to ole' Y2K,
Before I ever had a multi-votings hit parody.
I was 15, I guess I had just a couple of songs.
A parody author like me, made parodies 'bout his bongs,
They were hits,.
I wonder if I just frickin' died,.
No, I don't, on second thought,
I'll just stay here and haunt you on-line,
Look at my friends and I couldn't picture leavin' their side.
Even if I hated some, I grit my teeth and I'd try
To make it work, big time, at least for humour's sake.
On parodies I made some mistakes but I'm only human.
But I'm man enough to face them today.
My spelling was stupid, guess I sounded dumb,
But the smartest thing I did was take them swear words out of that song,
Cuz id'a skilled 'em, man, I could have shocked Brit and Tong both,
It's my site, I'd like to welcome y'all to The S.T.G. Show.

I'm sorry, Junior,
Our parodies are now history,
Remember them for all my life,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.
I'm sorry, Ghetto.
Thank you for being there, G,
You will rule AmIRight on-line,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.

Now I would never dis my own brother just to get recognition.
Len was stupid to listen to me, think this parody's dissin'
But put yourself in my position.
Just try to envision witnessin' your brother makin'
embarassin' par'dies 'bout some bull****,
Wishin' that Len would just come back,
Top this site and get writin'.
Going through parody authors lists and,
Merry and Pippin's rules them.
This whole time I was made to believe I was big when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, wrote some new stuff.
It makes you sick to ya stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you ripped that par'dy from me, fraud?
So you could try to justify the way you rated me, fraud?
But guess what, your votes are lower now.
It gets old with low votings,
An' Mikey's writing up new ****,
He'll know some words here are baloney.
And Billy's becoming big now,
Read his parodies, their wonderful,
But you'll never see them, you won't even check that song "Butterball"
See here, only-1 freak,
You won't admit you hate Tong,
Freak, here's my song.
Keep voting the songs, fact vote me all ones.
But how dare you try to take songs that were pacing-perfect.
You selfish twit, are you just typing on your Dell, is that it?
Remember when Chris M. died and we all made grand parodies,
Well, you're a curse to the board. Just hope we never ever meet.

I'm sorry, Mikey.
That one-bastard's annoying,
We all wish that this freak would die,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.
I'm sorry, W,
You know I will respect you,
You are a rising star on-line,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.
I'm sorry, Chucky,
I owe this grand life to you,
I guess I will be here for life,
But right now, I'm sorting out my problems.
Sorry AmIRight.
This site has been my home, too
I never meant to diss and whine,
But on-line I'm sorting out my problems.