CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?
MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?
WILL THE REAL S.T.G. PLEASE STAND UP?
I REPEAT,
WILL THE REAL S.T.G. PLEASE STAND?
Damnit, WE'RE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM HERE.

Ya'll act like you've never seen a parody artist before,
Jaws all on the floor,
Like Jen and Al just burst in the door,
She started dissing his songs worse than before.
He first was a whore, now he's no more. (HA!!!!!!)
It's the return of the------Aw hell, you kiddin'?
Is that the guy with his stupid songs talking?
And Mr. Len,
Nothing, you idiots, Mr. Len's dead, he's hung by my basement.
Damn sexy chicks like S.T.G.,
Tiky, tiky, tiky, Hey at least he not Slim Shady.
Look at him,
Typin' a song,
Throw a word,
Singin' that 'you-know-who'.
Yeah, but he's so cute, though.
I know that I got a couple of screws up,
In my head loose,
But the worst is what's goin' on in Florio's chatroom.
Sometimes I just wanna get on Whatfreaks and let loose but can't,
But it's cool for Malcolm Higgins to talk about you's.
"My name is Malcolm Higgins, My name is Malcolm Higgins,
I'm a perverted little biatch, and S.T.G. always wins."
And that's one message he delivers to rebel kids,
And expect us all to know what a women's ---------- is.
Of course we gonna know what William's goal is,
By the time we hit '04,
We got Bush up in office, don't we?
"We parody artists aren't animals,"
Well, some of us are cannibals,
Who make parodies about old Hannibal.
But we make songs about dead animals and antelopes,
Let's make some 'bout men and other men that elope.
So if you type, and you write,
Here is our antidote.
Women wear no pantyhose,
**** computers,
Here's my mode.

Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?

Ole' Mike doesn't cuss alot in his songs to get a voting.
Well, I do.
So **** him,
And **** you too.
Think my songs will ever get a Grammy.
Half you idiots can't even critisize me, let alone know me.
"But Sean, what if you did, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? "Because I Got High" even got in here.
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears,
Nine Inch Nails and Ms. Moore better switch me chair.
So I can get away from that scary little slut,
Listen to me you little *****, you actin' like you in SMUT.
You little witch, how in the world you'd get on MTV.
"I don't know, cause I'm cute. But not like S.T.G."
I should download your stupid songs on MP3s,
And show the world how I can make parodies.
I'm sick of you little parody artist fruits,
All you do is annoy me,
So I have been sent here to deploy you.
And there's a million of us just like me,
Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me,
Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me,
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?

I'm a little head ache,
Pay attention fool,
Cause I'm only giving you,
Things right here on-line,
On your comp. inside your dumb bedroom.
And the only difference is I got the balls to say it,
In front of you all,
And I make artists bounce from walls to walls.
I get on the comp and type,
And if you'd like to rewrite it.
I just sighted over 90 percent of you ***holes out there.
When your insulting my parodies,
Like they were Viagra or Valiums.
It's funny.
With the rate I'm going since I'm sixteen.
I'll be the youngest artist with 1,001 parodies.
Making fun of rappers when I'm relaxing all day, not working.
I ain't working, because my retirement plan's twerking.
And every single artist is an S.T.G. lurking,
He'd be working be working at your Burger King,
Burning all the onion rings.
Or in the parking,
Circling, screaming "I am out of luck".
With his volume loud, and bass boosters on.
So will the real S.T.G. please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up.
And Jen's proud to be out of her mind,
DarkJon's in control,
Junior, it's your time.
Shout it out loud,
How's it go?

Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?
Cause I'm S.T.G.,
Yes, I am S.T.G.,
All you other S.T.G.'s are just imitating.
So won't the real S.T.G. please stand up,
Please stand up,
Please stand up?

Hehe, guess there's a little S.T.G. in all of us.
Screw that, let's all stand up.