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| *The Real Guy Group* sung to Eminem's "the real slim shady" Excuse me? May I have your attention? Will the real guy group please stand up? I repeat, will the real guy group please stand up? …We're gonna have a problem here. Ya'll act like you've never seen a boy band before Girls all on the floor, wishin' we would sing more Just like Britney Spears said, hit me baby some more, Let us tell ya, those record album sales are hard to score It's the return of the- "Oh wait, no way, this can't be right" A boy band with guys who look and sing tight?" Slim Shady said.. Nothing duh, Slim's a crackhead Who's jealous and totally brain dead Southern women love Lansten "Chris-a, Chris-a, Chris-a Kirkpatrick, I love him, look at him No, look at Justin with his sexy you-know-what JC's my you-know-who And Joey's way sexy, too" Yeah, there are probably a few hairs on my head loose But nothing my stylist can't fix with some moose Sometimes we go on TV and we sing a tune And all the girls record it, they giggle and swoon "Justin made me scream, Justin made me scream Without even touching me, he's always in my dream" And that's the pleasure that our sexiness brings We expect losers like Slim to respect us as kings? ( nah) 'Course you know about "Digital Getdown" And made some of yall girls freak out ( Oh Justin) Cuz we're freaky no doubt And we ain't nothing but musicians.. Well, I wish was a physician so I could help Slim with a brain insicion ( Cut here doc) But we are on a real mission, so yo listen We want to prove we're not just here to glisten But if you feel how we feel, We got the antidote, Slim wear yo panty hose Sing the Chorus and it goes Chorus: We're NSYNC, Yes Were NSYNC All you other boy bands, it's clear you stink So won't the real guy group please stand up? Please stand up? Please stand up? Cuz we're NSYNC, Sexy NSYNC All you other boy bands, sorry, you stink So won't the real guy group please stand up? Please stand up? Please stand up? Slim Shady has to cuss in his album to sell records Oh that's new?!? Forget that "rapper" and his sorry music 2 We're proud to say that we won a Grammy All of you critics can stomach us and gave it to us glady "But guys, how cool, you actually won." Well, we deserve it, we made music, not fun ( Bad Slim) Our music doesn't leave your head numb Shoot, Christina Aguilera even picked up one ( Britney Spears: D@mn, more silicon next time?) Britney Spears on our tour, what a mistake Oops she did it again, yeah bought something else fake Carson plugs us up on MTV "Number two? I think we can do better, hehe!" So we put our videos on your TV And show the world how sexy 5 dolls can be We're sick of all you hating rappers (Slim) Trying to make laughter ( he he) Cuz you can't sell a cd, you're just another Vanilla Ice Chapter ( Ice Ice Baby) And there's a million groups who dress like us Are blessed like us Who wish they were the best like us, Are Talented like us Waste their career messing with us Comb their hair like us and just might be the BSB but not quite us! Chorus Our songs a trip to listen to Cuz we're only givin' you things You talk about with your friends Only difference is we got the balls To sing it in front of you all And we aint false But we sweet coat it all Justin gets up on the mic and spits it Then JC booty shakes with it, We can work it better than 90% of you groups out there And you wonder how teen girls eat up our albums like chocolate ( MMMMM, Justin) It's funny, at the rate we're going, by the time Chris is 30 We'll have five platinum records and still be flirty (Hey Baby) Stop that hurts, please stop jerkin' On Justin's shirt, love it but We're supposed to be workin' And we know ya'll are lurkin' at Holiday Inn Staked out in the luggage bin Following the bus, screaming "Justin you're the one" With your sunroof open, searching for your sun (Justin are you there?) So will the real guy group please stand up? Shake those sexy bodies, move that butt And be proud to be number one on the charts And be making money while Slim's being a retard Now one more time loud as you can how does the chorus start? Chorus Chorus I guess there's a little NSYNC in all of us….. well except BSB….. Justin's Timberlake's Christmas Ebonics Poem Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood, Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good. The tube socks was hung on the window sill, and we all had smiles up on our grill. Lance and Joey was snug in the crib, in the back bedroom cuz that's how we live. and moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz Britney is fine. All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin phat beats cuz the system's fly. I bounced to the window at a quarter pas', Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass. well anyway... I yelled to my ho Britney, "Yo peep this!", She said, "Stop frontin just mind yo' bidness." I said, "for real doe, come check dis out." We weren't even buggin, no worries, no doubt, Cuz bumpin an thumpin' from around da way, Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh. Da beats was kickin, da ride was phat, I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!" He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!" To the top of the projects and across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!" He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin on a 40, he busted a move. I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack! But don't worry pimp, cuz I gots da skillz I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz." Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings: a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin. he slid down the fire escape smoove as a cat, and busted the window with a b-ball bat. I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?" he said, "You best get on up out my face!" His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold, His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old. He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side, Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide. A wink of his eye and a shine off his god toof, He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof. He jumped in his hooptie with rims made of chrome, To tap that booty waitin at home. And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty..... "WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!" Britney (sung to the tune of Lucky by britney spears) This is a story about a whore named Britney Every morning she wakes up Knock, knock, knock from a guy Its time for condoms, perfect sex It's you they're all paying for They go Isnt she ugly this Hollywood whore? And they say She's so ugly, shes a whore But she cry cry cries in her cheap-a$$ heart Thinking if there's bad sex missin in my life Then why cant i get a good f*ck at night? Lost in a whore house in downtown There's no one there to f*ck her up And the world is f*cking and she keeps on scoring But tell me what happens when they're done? They go Isnt she ugly this Hollywood whore? And they say She's so ugly, shes a whore But she cry cry cries in her cheap a$$ heart Thinking if their's bad sex missin in my life, Then why cant i get a good f*ck at night? Biggest Whore... and the winner is Britney Im Justin Timberlake, standing outside the door waiting my turn Ohmygod here's the whore Isnt she ugly this Hollywood slut? She is so ugly, but why does she f*ck If there is nothing good in her life, Then why does she make it worse and f*ck at night? They go, Isnt she ugly this Hollywood whore? And they say She's so ugly, shes a whore But she cry cry cries in her cheap a$$ heart Thinking if theirs bad sex missin in my life, Then why cant i get a good f*ck at night? They say She's so ugly, shes a whore But she cry cry cries in her cheap a$$ heart Thinking if theirs bad sex missin in my life, Then why cant i get a good f*ck at night? |
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