| In the eighties
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| When you heard a popular song
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| You always knew that it wouldn’t be long
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| Before you hear a bitchin' guitar solo
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| Then the nineties came
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| And music got gloomy and earnest
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| But even shoe gazing flannel wearing purists
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| Could still rock a one note solo
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| But nowadays, in the musical break
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| Producers always make the same stupid mistake
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| Of having, Pitbull, and Eminem and Nicki Minaj
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| Buttin' in
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| Rapping about how great they rap, or something offensive
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| Bragging about some bullshit that was never intended
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| To be on the song in the first place baby
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| The guest rapper killed the guitar solo
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| They replaced the virtuoso
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| With bleeped out fucks and yolos (yolos)
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| The guest rapper with their shameless self promo
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| It’s time to crank it to eleven
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| On a stairway to heaven
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| And deliver my six string deathblow
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| One, two, three, four
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| Ding dong, I heard a song
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| So I answered the call
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| The rapper’s union sent me here
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| 'Cos it’s the musical law
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| The record companies are burnin'
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| But I’m still cash money earnin'
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| Just spitting verses
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| While you scratch your head and try to discern it
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| Why don’t you play that solo
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| So low that nobody can hear it
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| You’re out of tune with the times
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| And you can’t rhyme, so you fear it
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| And the electric guitar, is an extinct dinosaur
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| I’m like a wet t-shirt contest
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| Because I fill empty bars (Oh!)
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| Sellin' like Don Draper
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| Hung like a skyscraper
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| Call my wallet kinkos
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| 'Cos it’s flooded with paper
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| You didn’t service the song
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| You merely spoke of your dong
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| Aww damn it
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| You got me rappin'
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| How the eff did that happen?
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| Never mind, you’r out of time
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| I’ll take this real estate back
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| Erase your ass from this track
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| Ladies and gentlemen Slash
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| Couldn’t make it
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| So my main man Dave’s gonna take it
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| All right I want you to put those lighters up in the air
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| Not your phones, actual flames
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| Don’t be afraid to burn your thumb a little bit for
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| Rock 'n' Roll
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| And if you make that flame big enough
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| We can ignite the fire
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| That brings the guitar solo back from the dead
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| And kills the guest rapper
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| I’m not putting down rap per se
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| You know there was a time
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| Where rap and rock peacefully co-existed
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| But that led to the horror of Limp Bizkit
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| Dude you just talked over my whole solo
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| Oh, sorry dude
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| I guess I just killed the guitar solo
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| I couldn’t keep my mouth shut
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| I pulled a Yoko Ono (Oh no!)
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| I won’t let the guitar die like the dodo
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| Let’s all go together
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| To the guitar center
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| Where the solo lives forever
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| Oh yeah, yeah yeah
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| I’m home |