:Bryan:
S.T. said what?
S.T. said what?
S.T. said what?
S.T. said what?

:S.T.G.:
My list is bigger than yours..............

Bryan:
S.T. said what?
S.T. said what?
S.T. said what?

:S.T.G.:
My songs are better than yours...

:Bryan:
Hey man I think your songs have been had,
Buck-up sucka', Borin' par'dy writa.
Takin' over yours is the B pimp,
Need a Buster to save this site from STG.
I'm gonna drop a little '80s thrill,
Ya best step 'way 'cuz I got skill, I got skill.
So watcha writing Mr. Parody man?
Doin' all you can to plug "Stupidity" man.

:S.T.G.:
I'll vote you now, son, yes I know you see it.
You type like one of those crackheads from a mental institute,
You little maggot.
Oh, please give me something to work with,
'Cuz right now I'm the big kid.
That you're stuck with,
So fight me back, kid.

:Bryan:
Who the heck you think you're talking to??
(Me)
I'm known for bustin' little 'nnoying clumps like you.
(Whatever)
All up in my face with that...
(vote me, baby!!!!!!)
But I now know this, that's all you're rock is fading.
You little nothing, sending
when you're done. Writing some parodies 'bout some Whacked Up Gun!
(I am ready)
I hear ya writin' on that fad-pop song,
But you said it best, with that This Is Bad.

:S.T.G.:
What the heck ya' typing?
You're fame isn't forever, Connor.
Bryan needs to rewrite,
Delete out-of-sight what he's stating.
Wannabe "Bong Song" is what you're making,
Next parody is "Counterfeit" or "Faith"
Your parodies, Chuck's delaying.
You can't beat my stuff the first day, B.
What are you making?

:Bryan:
Say what, say what? You better shut your friggin' mouth, S.


S.T.G.: So you rate me?
Bryan: Yeah I rate you!
S.T.G.: Yeah, so what, yeah, so what.
Both: It's all in the parody.

S.T.G.: I rate you!
Bryan: Yeah you rate me!
S.T.G.: Yeah, so what, yeah, so what.
Both: It's all in the parody.

:S.T.G.:
Look at me, B, I'm gonna paste this song soon,
Typin' rhymes at me like,
Oh sure allright, just like Pat Boone.
Ya better submit what ya can,
You'll never pass me up, B-O-C
At least I got some phat, original songs.

:Bryan:
Who's hot, who's not?
(You.)
You best step back,
S.T. the slob, just get a new job.
Time to take those lyr' skills
Back to the artist, and buy yourself a new skill.
(Screw you)
You votin tie, I'll blast off past your eye.
Writing songs parodies, while your ego flat-lines.
But you just can't parody.
(That's so gay)
Because it's Ghost's day kid, it's Ghost's day.

S.T.G.: So you rate me?
Bryan: Yeah I rate you!
S.T.G.: Yeah, so what, yeah, so what.
Both: It's all in the parody.

S.T.G.: I rate you!
Bryan: And you rate me!
S.T.G.: Yeah, so what, yeah, so what.
Both: It's all in the parody.


:Bryan:
You call yourself a par'dist?
(Yep)
You're more like Might Be Giants.
(Oh cool!)
Your favorite songs "Teen Music",
(Winger?)
And all your songs have bit it.
You're like that Marty McFly,
You have no concept of time.
(Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!)
It's just too bad that you're a "has-been" at a lower level.


:S.T.G.:
Are ya' from Jacksonville, just like Fred Durst and B. Bill.
Gettin' songs dropped by the owner Chuck,
While your sister's on WhatFreaks writing 'bout your little peanut.

:Bryan:
Wait, where'd ya get that little slant?
(Over here)
From them idiots in 'Donald's? you're sounding just like Ronald.
Where your decide to post another,
Your mother is your voter,
it's just too sad your getting bad,
your new one's now much lower.

:S.T.G.:
Come on hillbilly, can your comp. download me easily?
Do you even sleep at night, and boy, your going down on AmIRight.


S.T.G.: So you rate me?
Bryan: Yeah I rate you!
S.T.G.: Yeah, so what, yeah, so what.
Both: It's all in the parody.

S.T.G.: I rate you!
Bryan: Yeah you rate me!
S.T.G.: Yeah, so what, yeah, so what.
Both: It's all in the parody.

S.T.G.: and I loathe you!

Bryan: and I want you!

S.T.G.: but I'll vote you!

Bryan: So? I'll bust you!

S.T.G.: and I'll kick your butt too!

Bryan: and I'll beat you!

S.T.G.: and I'll kick you butt in writin' songs, brother.

Bryan: Say what? Say... what?