Hey Jarrod, What’s That Song Again?

Maybe we, why don’t we, rip you off for half an hour

We'll speak of what a thief I am, and how we stole your songs again

And yet I've made hundreds of dollars

The downloads run behind closed doors with shadows

I’m gonna steal them all I can grasp

More and more, your new music is in my hands

Burn, baby burn, blank CDs, blank CDs and I'm selling it to earn

Oh my God

I’ll steal this from you

I’ll steal this from you

Sighs escape your sweet voice as I

Steal this one last rhyme

They say that you own this chorus, this chorus is all that I need

Please stay as long as it’s for me

Sitting in this room ripping Ronnie Radke

Finger on the trigger to originality

I’d write all my songs but I haven’t gotten caught yet

This is plagiarism, will we ever see the end

This is plagiarism, over and over, again and again

I'll see you in the courtroom

I'll see you in the courtroom

Bands, fear me

I am the one that will steal your songs

And once you know, sue me

It’s very clear I did something wrong

I've transposed this song rhyme for rhyme

In singing all the lyrics that you make

These are the big bucks I will acquire

Convenient how I always get paid this way

The lawyer you'll find, you’ll wanna fire

Don't you see that you can’t stop me

(Whoah!, Whooah! Whoooah!)

This is not what we wrote, it’s not even ours

I need this verse, like a thief I will make them mine

I’ll take those, I’ll take those

I’m an entrepreneur

I need to steal your voice

I’ll see to the downfall of your songs!