S.T.G., real thang, no gimmicks.

Two parody artists, girls, go onto the website,
Bathroom on the right, onto AmIRight.
Two parody artists, girls, go onto the website,
Bathroom on the right, onto AmIRight.

"Oooooooooooooooohhh"

Guess who's back, back again.
S.T.G.'s back, logged on again.
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back...................


I've created a monster parody, it's the bomber.
See P.O.C., no more they want S.T.G.,
I'm chopped liver.
Well, if you want S.T.G., then this is what I'll give ya'.
A wacky parody mixed with some hard core,
Some laughter that will jumpstart my brain quicker,
Then a shock when I get shocked at the AmIRight Awards.
By ole' Junior when we aren't collaberating,
When I'm rocking the table while's he's operating "Hey"
I've waited this long to stop debating,
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rage, and I'm contemplating.
So hurry the hell up, we're waiting.
But your parodies on-line are so complicating.
The band, P.O.C., won't let me be,
Or let me be me so let me see,
They tried to say I ripped off P.O.D.,
But it feels so empty without me.
So c'mon Al, I ain't your pal,
Forget that song on your mind, you ain't got no wits.
And get ready cause this ****'s about to be like Hell,
I just my comp. problems "So **** off Dell"

-chorus-
Now is my new parody,
So everybody just vote for me,
My parodies all have controversy,
But it felt so empty wihout me.

This isn't the same damn parody,
But the parody artists just follow me.
AmIRight has a lot controversy,
And it feels so empty without me.



Little heroins, kids feeling no so zeal-ious,
Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis,
They think that boring is waving and shaking your pelvis,
Til someone comes along on the website and yells "FIGHT!!! "
Making a parody, S.T.G.-type parody, could start a revolution.
Pollutin' the air waves and rebel,
So let me repel and pass,
In the fact that I got parody votes kicking my ***,
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe,
For you to see so stinking much of my ***, you asked for me?
Well, I'm back (Batman Noise) fix your computer's dilemma.
Type it in and then I'll be no bummer,
Into the front of your mode like a nagging mother,
The center of attention back for the summer,
I'm interesting, the best thing since rhyme besting,
Infesting in your kids' ears and nesting.
TESTING: ATTENTION PLEASE!
Fell the tension soon as someone mentions me,
Here's my "6th Sense", I ain't go sense you freak!
A nuisance, oh yes, you sent for me?


-chorus 2x's-


A tisk-it a task-it,
I write this and that with anybody who's writing a script,
Like that Kevin williamson, SCREAM and get your *** kicked,
Worse than them cocky parody artist ********.
Take up smoking, stuff it Ole' Obi Wan Kenobi,
You in another Star Wars, you annoy me,
You don't know me, I'm your Death Star,
Let's bar, it's over, nobody watches the Star Wars.
Now let's go, just give me the modem,
I will be there with a whole list with nice insults,
I've been dope, so board with a new keyboard,
Remember when Jen rhymed with me in a song before,
But sometimes AmIRight just seems,
Everybody only discisses S.T.G. parodies.
SO THIS JUST MEANS I'M RE-PULS-ING
BUT IT'S JUST ME I'M JUST OB-SCENE.
Though I'm not the artist of controversy,
I am definitely worse since Big Al and many,
Others bad muzic so selfishly,
And use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)
There's a concept that works ,
20 million other parody artists emerge,
But no matter how many song that are parodied,
It'll be so empty without me.

-chorus 2'xs-

Hum dei la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la.
(repeat)