[Wolveroses]
I write lyrics to make you sick of bad lyrics
Hate lyics like those boy bands can't write their lyrics
So vote for these songs, a one 'cause you hate it
Just say it, write the comments below say I made it
Try to put it down but can't do it (ha ha)
A new generations of writers spoofing their favorites
This hip hop music - parents converted to rap users
As soon as they heard it blasted it and bump ridin' to it
What are you?

[S.T.G.]
Ghetto,
Got my mode with troubleshooters, now let's do this
got brothas that knows my antic -
you will learn first-hand
How I know who is your brotha
Xander's like Ed McMahon
I'm a mastermind, parodying on Vanilla Ice
Try to match this, Mike, brains get whacked with chronic ice.
(S.T.G., get your own modem!) I want Xand's life,
I'm the type to go to AmIRight Idols with slick lies,
I loathe posers, votes, got those
You'd think it was the Ghetto feedin you bean burritos,
Now you type on the screen, songs hot from the Wolverose.
My llello, prone to make you brothas sing songs.

[Chorus: Wolveroses]
Are we right (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
Are we right (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
'Cause we came here to rule this site
Are we right - mess with us and lose your life!
No we're not right (da da dah, da-da da da dah)
Are we right (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)
'Cause we came here to rule this site
Are we right - mess with us and lose your life!

[Ghetto John]
Hey Yo its Ghetto John, im writin songs and get no response
who shot my pregnant dog, tell these Nigs to back off!
No im not racist, But the times be changin'
Me and Shelly's "My Life Is A Pain In The Anus"
Listent to Weird Al's "Eat It" go grab an egg and just eat it
Who's is Hasek he puts the puck in opposite goals and skates backwards
Robbie Zombie and Orgy
actin like Snobberies and politicians without a sense of Zoo-Ology

[Xander999]
Yo, I can just mock the song 'Pop', Plus I spoof with the best,
Make you all hysterical, makin sides-split outta your chest.
Site-surfer's askin' "Why?", Thinkin' Xand is a mess,
Laugh at every giggle that Wolf pitches and then he expects;
What the hell do you expect? When the roles are dealt?
I'll make you feel every side you split that dudes done felt.
A deranged team, spoofin' D-12 creens.
This crap dream'll make you flamin head shake like tangerines.
I pledge allegiance to the dumb guys I meet,
And if you think you beat us, have a whiff of my feet.
And when it fast, it'll take of every piece of your [scream]
From her shoulders to her feet due to my smelly feet!

[Chorus]

[S.T.G.]
STOP MAKING SONGS!! I'm finding,
My parodies are dyin, you're losin? Stop your whinin'.
And if I'm high, it won't be because I got (what?)
It'll be because I typed my song on the comp. and it topped.
Making songs are cool, that's why I type 'em
Loosen up and parody, like my little brother, try 'em
Ten years is what Len's facin'
Par'dies postin' from my house, big computer's in the basement
(Ghetto J!) A rapper that'll spoof from his mouth.
I'll probably be in jail 'fore this parody album comes out
I'm seventeen years old, sleep late in the bed
Votin' 'til I'm dead, fear nothin but Wolv and X,
It's me again, chill down, Ghetto John.
So what if it's big, X, when I type it down
No inspiration, I'm out of grand robos.
My cost is free, plus my parody votes low.

[Chorus]

[Wolveroses]
Are we right!