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Linkin Park Parody

I actually like Linkin Park, believe it or not. Consider this like one of those Comedy Central celebrity roasts–it’s all in good fun…that is, until Jeffrey Ross makes Bea Arthur cry. I wrote this song back in 2005! I decided to make a video for it when I heard they were releasing a new CD. Then I found out there was very little rap on Minutes to Midnight which pretty much rendered my song obsolete. But, what the hell, I decided to do it anyway. And, no, I don’t think their CDs belong in the bargain bin although, being the cheapskate I am, I would very much like to find them there. Here are the lyrics: When I rap I talk about the pain inside The problems you went through back in junior high. Computerized beats We got ’em from the start Then Chester comes along and “Sings this part”. Then I rap some more I say it all again like I did before. Formulaic flow, one guy wears headphones Here comes the same old chorus You know the way it goes. I just scream and shout Don’t know what I’m so pissed off about Our success is hard to figure out. Now I’m rapping again You thought that I was done Just like rap/rock back in 2001. We never sold out, we had nothing to sell Is your CD on repeat? “You can’t tell” It’s all the same We gotta DJ even we don’t know his name You do what you can when your a TRL band And 12 year old girls are your number 1 fans Now I break it down I’ll sing soft and not so loud We are masters of overproduced sound Time to yell again Still pissed off my god it
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note i do not own any of this content i just agree with it and is helping spread this around 🙂 this is the origanal sub to atlkings1 -(the maker) or me 🙂 link to atlkings1 -www.youtube.com Lowkey – The Warning You are not the grime scene saviour You sly weak hater A little pop tart that owes wiley favours And doesn’t really understand these shystie majors They sell your pop songs to these nice teenagers And don’t get me wrong you might be famous But they buy green acres You buy me trainers (Nikes) You were more real as an id faker Make enough love songs and you might see paper When you see 1, the label see a hundred crispy bills That is what happens when you sign 360 deals Give this chump a little chance, punch you in his heart Got signed for a chump then bumped for his advance Getting hyped cos sum 12 year olds felt your song But what you gonna do when all the little girls are gone You’ll be as frail as the songs you got wealthy from And be a tiny little dancer for elton john You aint even worth the ink in my fingertips Does this little midget really fink he’s a lyricist? The drink from my flippin sink is a privilege Copy jay z and make your fingers a pyramid Keep making soulless music your fans buy But jam your hype and hang tight with your damp rhymes Hearing you is sad like watching ants die But people know the truth bashing your hand signs Am not telling anybody to get hostile This is just a hobby I feel sorry for this lost child Chipmunk chipmunk chipmunk chipmunk