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Song Parodies -> "Arm's Sore"

Original Song Title:

"Encore"

 (MP3)
Original Performer:

Jay-Z

Parody Song Title:

"Arm's Sore"

Parody Written by:

the_conqueror_of_parodies

The Lyrics

2000TH PARODY, Y'ALL! Double Malcolm all the way 'cross the site, yeah, yeeeeaaaaah, so intense. And as is my tradition, I have taken a song I parodied back when I was stupid and inexperienced and re-parody along a vaguely similar topic. Last time I complained about a sore limb. This time, let's switch up some limbs!
Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie (whoo-ooh!), that can't be right
Uh, whoo, yeah, whoo, whoo (uh), whoo, uh-huh

Sorry, man, my arm's sore, can't say much more
Might be off if I guess how, oy
I won't armchair diagnose, that's abhorred, uh, uh, uh, uh
An explanation you're waitin' for?
Pardon me, missed how you implored
Cause the pain is quite above "it annoys"

It happened out of the blue, friggin' hate that
Because you can't know what to do, make a plan (yep)
When it creeps up on you and stabs
Not lit'rally, man, the pain comes in a snap, sudden-like, my
Brain then slows, thought train is dead
What was I doin' before the pain hit? Can't think
Did I nick the elbow tip
On the doorknob while just walkin' through? Can't connect
Any synapses cause they've all been focused
On "Oh my god, I'm straight bleedin' to death!" Yep, yep
My lobes are in that moment
Exaggerate so friends and family notice
It might turn out bogus, a trick
Nervous tic blown way out of proportion (-tion)
I'll chill and breathe, check if it's leavin' (-vin')
Shit, all indications say "real situation"

Now I know my arm's sore, must find the source
In the core of which bone? Must point
Out the fact that they number sixty-four, ho, ho (whoo), ho, whoo
Through each one I now have to pore *sigh*

More than a damn boo-boo, more than a whoopsy-doo
Pain that I have's so huge, I'm sure I am screwed
I'll have an uneven frame, arm goes away, true
Need to work out what is is 'fore I become that dude
That makes ev'ryone stop and stare
Then blame me for criminalities "One-armed man's over there!" (yeah)
Must stop the panic, make my thoughts real clear
Did I wear a sleeve too tight? Or did I sleep on that side?
Might say it's not important
Wastin' all my time, it's the doctor's job, that's true
Got the doct'rate to problem solve, rude
Let them use their accrued knowledge from degrees (uh, whoo)
That's not my aim here, all I mean
To do here is a distraction, you see (you see)
My brain can't work on problems
And scream in pain from what is throbbin'
So just let me work out why my arm's sore
And make a call, please, it's three numbers, dork

Owww! It's star time
What do I mean? Around my head, I see sparkles
Please contact the good doctor man
Come on, please contact the good doctor man
Can't dial at all myself, see, fingers also have pain
Scream "Ow! Shit!" if I did that
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (your brain still there?)! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (your brain still there?)!
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (c'mon, asshole)! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (yeah (whoop, whoop, whoop), can't tell you why I'm screamin' loud)!
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (call triple-zero)! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (call triple-zero)!
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (don't like the way my arm feels)! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (it's so muhfuckin' painful, man!)!
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (hoh-oh, hoh-oh, hoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)!
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (oh, yeah)!
Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit! Ow! Shit (hoo-ooh-hoo-ooh-ooh, okay)!

I'll lie here with my arm in my lap (ow! Shit! Ow! Shit!)
It's not bleedin' but it still hurts like crap (ow! Shit! Ow! Shit!)
That phone of yours looks real pristine, untouched, it's true
Wonderin' how come, I've only been askin' you (huh)
To use it to call emergency dudes
Why are you ignorin' me? I'm really confused
Sure, I'm not givin' you answers 'bout the problem
Know nothin', but there's somethin'
Real wrong with my arm, the pain is pumpin'
Hypochondriac? Not me, so don't go lumpin'
Me in with those folks, confident
That I'm just a nut, not competent (whoo)
Enough to know it's nothin'
That's utterly ridiculous, I'm pissed at this
I can't explain the source of pain
Because it's just a blitz of hits
Straight to my cortex, hard to think, hurts like shit, whoo, whoo
What the hell you delayin' for?

Let's see which one will be the real 2000th parody, shall we?

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