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Song Parodies -> "Sp-Spazzing Out"
Original Song Title:
"Ch-Check It Out"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Beastie Boys
Parody Song Title:
"Sp-Spazzing Out"
Parody Written by:
Below Average Dave
The Lyrics
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Please note this song really is about ME sucking at RAP, not about the Beastie Boys (though if you want to apply it to them feel free-but unlike some of my others about other certain rappers--this is not a direct stab at them)
Please note this song really is about ME sucking at RAP, not about the Beastie Boys (though if you want to apply it to them feel free-but unlike some of my others about other certain rappers--this is not a direct stab at them)
All you junkies and caffeine addicts
Listen to this
and check out my antics
Turn to rapping, I've become a louse
Plug my mic right in and turn it loud
'Til my neighbor cringes
Crowd gathers, but they're lynchers
Perhaps I should retire
Now I'm beat up
Like it's pain I desire
Gonna act like I'm all raw
Although I choke
You know my rhymin's sore
Inside I wear shades
Makes me look mean
but I can't get laid
My mom thinks that I'm unstable
Can't blame her I deserve that label
Up all night and snacking on Big Bites-- on
Slurpies I'm-running I stay up for nights
Using lip balm on my arms
It's my charm-I'm whack
And I like 6-packs
My lyrics written when my minds a wreck
Yes I live in the hood
and live off Tex-Mex
So just trust-when I say I'm sober-it's true
Except when I'm drunk
'Cause I say it then too
Play around and get drunk off pop
Think I peed all over my clean socks
Ra-ra-ra-ra-Rap it loud
But-wha-what-what-what's this all about
Fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-Figure it out
Time to write another flippin' verse and shout
Cash ain't what I envision
Just watch too much television
But I think it's best I mention
That's gas I passed
Naw, I am just messing
To see if you hear this
Mmmm when I'm rapping this mess
Whatever lyrics come to mind
In a bind as I chow down on pork rinds
Hey Chumba-Wumba how does it feel
To make more sense than my most recent squeal
Spell it out like Fergie
She'll try again later
Just poking fun, no I am not a hater
and I sound spastic--call me spastiction
My brain was full-it's down to a fraction
Sitting on my rear
derriere
Don't like Funyons cause they always smear
Alright here's another stanza
On message boards I will out last ya
No money-I punk myself
Writing shtick since I was twelve
Don't do hazin'
Not just a phase
but I love tazin'
I think that I am spazzin' yo
Lost my patience
Spi-spi-spi-spi-Spit It Out
What-wha-what-what-what's this all about
Na-na-na-na-No time to pout
Let's go to the lake and catch a trout
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Now, I took a stab at parodying rock
I end up sounding like a hock
But when I rap I can be all bizarre
Like Will's Jiggy
And all
If I've got a story I'd like to tell
I'll say it fast so it sounds swell
If I sing slow I sound all stale
B-A-Dave drops the mic before the crowd yells "FAIL"
Don't maim me
Please don't get angry
I think that more-over I speak frankly
I can't help it-how I sound. . .
Don't get so angry guy--do not get me wound
My flow sucks, so you must forgive me
At least I'm happy
So what I flap but what you're singing ain't better G
Now stop this mess-don't start no fire
A lyricist I need to hire
It's Al we admire
I won't quit my day job like my friends said prior
So I write each day
and I try ev'ry way
It's time to hit the hay
Means it's time to go to bead
You say, "Thank God. . .oy vei"
Fa-fa-fa-fa-Failed-I'm out
Tr-tr-tr-tr-Tried to write about. .
No-no-no-no-no No need to pout
I think I'll return to Twist and shout
Listen to this
and check out my antics
Turn to rapping, I've become a louse
Plug my mic right in and turn it loud
'Til my neighbor cringes
Crowd gathers, but they're lynchers
Perhaps I should retire
Now I'm beat up
Like it's pain I desire
Gonna act like I'm all raw
Although I choke
You know my rhymin's sore
Inside I wear shades
Makes me look mean
but I can't get laid
My mom thinks that I'm unstable
Can't blame her I deserve that label
Up all night and snacking on Big Bites-- on
Slurpies I'm-running I stay up for nights
Using lip balm on my arms
It's my charm-I'm whack
And I like 6-packs
My lyrics written when my minds a wreck
Yes I live in the hood
and live off Tex-Mex
So just trust-when I say I'm sober-it's true
Except when I'm drunk
'Cause I say it then too
Play around and get drunk off pop
Think I peed all over my clean socks
Ra-ra-ra-ra-Rap it loud
But-wha-what-what-what's this all about
Fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-Figure it out
Time to write another flippin' verse and shout
Cash ain't what I envision
Just watch too much television
But I think it's best I mention
That's gas I passed
Naw, I am just messing
To see if you hear this
Mmmm when I'm rapping this mess
Whatever lyrics come to mind
In a bind as I chow down on pork rinds
Hey Chumba-Wumba how does it feel
To make more sense than my most recent squeal
Spell it out like Fergie
She'll try again later
Just poking fun, no I am not a hater
and I sound spastic--call me spastiction
My brain was full-it's down to a fraction
Sitting on my rear
derriere
Don't like Funyons cause they always smear
Alright here's another stanza
On message boards I will out last ya
No money-I punk myself
Writing shtick since I was twelve
Don't do hazin'
Not just a phase
but I love tazin'
I think that I am spazzin' yo
Lost my patience
Spi-spi-spi-spi-Spit It Out
What-wha-what-what-what's this all about
Na-na-na-na-No time to pout
Let's go to the lake and catch a trout
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Sp-sp-sp-sp Spazzing out
Now, I took a stab at parodying rock
I end up sounding like a hock
But when I rap I can be all bizarre
Like Will's Jiggy
And all
If I've got a story I'd like to tell
I'll say it fast so it sounds swell
If I sing slow I sound all stale
B-A-Dave drops the mic before the crowd yells "FAIL"
Don't maim me
Please don't get angry
I think that more-over I speak frankly
I can't help it-how I sound. . .
Don't get so angry guy--do not get me wound
My flow sucks, so you must forgive me
At least I'm happy
So what I flap but what you're singing ain't better G
Now stop this mess-don't start no fire
A lyricist I need to hire
It's Al we admire
I won't quit my day job like my friends said prior
So I write each day
and I try ev'ry way
It's time to hit the hay
Means it's time to go to bead
You say, "Thank God. . .oy vei"
Fa-fa-fa-fa-Failed-I'm out
Tr-tr-tr-tr-Tried to write about. .
No-no-no-no-no No need to pout
I think I'll return to Twist and shout
This has been a Below Average Dave Production, All Rights Reserved
Just in case you are curious--the Fergie reference was because in her song "Fergalicious", Tasty is misspelled several times (as Tast-e-y) which fits my whole theme about me being a 'failure' at rap. . (If you are going to spell a word, especially as simple as Tasty, you have to spell it right--right?) I am a fan of Beastie Boys. . .like I said it's about me, though if you aren't a fan of the Beastie Boys and want to apply it to them--be my guest (Just change B.A. Dave to M.C.A.)
Just in case you are curious--the Fergie reference was because in her song "Fergalicious", Tasty is misspelled several times (as Tast-e-y) which fits my whole theme about me being a 'failure' at rap. . (If you are going to spell a word, especially as simple as Tasty, you have to spell it right--right?) I am a fan of Beastie Boys. . .like I said it's about me, though if you aren't a fan of the Beastie Boys and want to apply it to them--be my guest (Just change B.A. Dave to M.C.A.)
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This was jam full of fun and funny lines but my favorite of the bunch had to be: "So just trust-when I say I'm sober-it's true/ Except when I'm drunk/ 'Cause I say it then too" Great Work!
That's how I feel sometimes trying to spit out any lyrics :) Great job with a tough song. Listening to them, you could have just mummled most of these lyrics and you'd do fine. 5's all around
(Artistry) BAD is on a roll! I thought it would be tough for you to top "Speeding While Speaking" but you did it with ease. Rap on!
This is Bloodhound Gang-level material...that is a compliment!! Luke Ski would have had a lot to compete with if he had joined in on time. 555
(Artistry) For such a 'failure' at rapping, you did a bang on job here! Fave line would havve to be the Fergie jab, 555 fo' rizzle!
I agree with Agrimorfee, I could really see Bloodhound Gang singing this song, if only there was a lot more sexual, raunchy jokes in it. Although I can see how a lot of people might see this as a rip on Beastie Boys, it doesn't appear that way to me at all, it's kinda like "I Hate Me" but with a different song, and makes a lot more sense.
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