This is just a joke I thought. If anyone wants to mess around. Make up an unpluggedshow. The first one though, is going to be mine. S.T.G. on PAIR-O-D Unplugged.


Enjoy.

THIS IS S.T.G. ON
PAIR-O-D:UNPLUGGED


::S.T.G. walks onstage with an acoustic guitar and an orchestra of unknown players::

::The crowd cheers::
Thank you, I'm S.T.G. and this is "Everybody (Backstreet Sucks)"
(A parody of "Everybody" by Backstreet Boys)

Everybody,
This group's crummy.
Everybody,
This song isn't tight.
Backstreet sucks big time!


Oh my God, another hit.
Why do they record this ****.
Gonna plug my ears, and scream aloud.
Gonna watch the preps go up and down.
Does this music suck? {yeah}.
Do they got some luck? {yeah}.
Who really gives a ****, {not me}.
With their stupid songs and rhymes,
I just wanna shoot them down.

Everybody, {yeah?}
This group's sucky. {yeah}
Everybody,
This group ain't so tight.
Backstreet's suck big time.
BIG TIME.

Now fling your fingers in the air.
So they are number one, who really cares?
Cuz' I'm a grunge, who doesn't give a crap.
I hate the song called "Backstreet's Back".
Yeah.
Does this music suck? {yeah}.
Do they got some luck? {yeah}.
Who really gives a ****, {not me}.
With their stupid songs and rhymes,
I just wanna shoot them down.

Everybody, {yeah?}
This group's sucky. {yeah}
Everybody,
This group ain't so tight.
Backstreet's suck big time.
BIG TIME.

They're on the radio all the time.
Turn it off, or I'll start to whine.
I'd rather hear the group, named Soundgarden.
Their here with a new record, so their comin' back again.
Oh no.
Oh no,
Oh ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everybody, {yeah?}
This group's sucky. {yeah}
Everybody,
This group ain't so tight.
Backstreet's suck big time.
Everybody, {yeah?}
Can you help me! {yeah.}
Everybody, turn this dumb **** off.
We hate this group now!
     
::the crowds screams::
     
     
This song is "Ode to Britney".
(Parody of the Mary Poppins' song "Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious")


Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
See her with her make-up off,
Her face is quite atrocious
If you hear her songs enough,
You'll know that she's precocious
Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay

Pop in the music industry,
Is a very big fad.
I got myself a new CD
And I knew it was bad.
And then one day I heard a song
That made a stupid noise
The dumbest girl I ever heard
Fans are young teenage-boys.

Oh, Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
See her with her make-up off,
Her face is quite atrocious
If you hear her songs enough,
You'll know that she's precocious
Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay

So when that brat has got some hits.
There's no need for dismay.
Just wait until another year,
And then her music will soon fade.
But better fight it carefully
Or it may stay for life
One time I said this song ain't bad.
And got "Hit One More Time"

Yes, Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
Britney Spears is such a slut and everybody knows this!
     
     
     
     

::crowd claps rapidly::

Thank you, this is better than the rehearsal. I was sick, no one was here..........and it sucked. This is "Shower"
(Parody of "Bother by Stone Sour)

Your stench brings tears to my eyes,
Your teeth's a yellowish-gray,
Makes me want to hurl my food,
Stench just kills, and it's just real crude.

You just need to shower,
Cuz' I cannot breathe.
Your stench overpowers,
But I can't help you,
Use the dang soap on everything.

The stench is too much to take,
If anyone can take it,
Never had a knack for your stench,
You smell just like crap so sick'nin
This gives you a good reason,
Your armpits up are treason,
The stench is makin' me crying,
Your BO sends house flies dying.

You just need to shower,
Cuz' I cannot breathe.
Your stench overpowers,
But I can't help you,
Use the dang soap on everything.


Wish you'd use the scented soap,
And perfume makes you reek.
Your stink causes unconsciousness,
Toilet stalls smell better than your jeans.

And you just need to shower,
So we all can breathe (the air's hard to breathe))
Your stench overpowers,
Here's your very own soap...Now you better scrub everything..
     
     
     
     ::crowd applauses::

This is "The Sopranos"
(Parody of "My Sharona" by the Knack)


Ooh my TV show is on, yes, it's on
It's the second season for The Sopranos
Jersey is my favorite town, favorite town.
Because it's setting for The Sopranos.

Never gonna stop watching it,
It's on every night and day, I love it.
For the taste of the great plotline
Aye, aye, aye, aye i yi woo
The, the, the, The Sopranos.

The new season's starting up, starting up,
I'm so glad I'm here see The Sopranos
I love that Dr. Melfi, and Paulie
Charmaine, Bobby, and Hesh; friends of The Sopranos

Never gonna stop watching it,
It's on every night and day, I love it.
For the taste of the great plotline
Aye, aye, aye, aye i yi woo
The, the, the, The Sopranos.

I'm glad I got HBO,
Don't you know
It's the only way I can way Sopranos
David Chase is really keen, really keen
He is the reason that I watch The Sopranos

Never gonna stop watching it,
It's on every night and day, I love it.
For the taste of the great plotline
Aye, aye, aye, aye i yi woo
The, the, the, The Sopranos.
     
     
     
     HALF-SHOW COMMERCIAL BREAK

This song was written around the same time the movie came out. I hated the main actor and the main line. But aside the death, destruction, and love it was an overall good movie. Like the song. This is "Titanic".
(Parody of "Ironic" by Alanis Morrisette)


An old man,
Who rode the waves.
He got to drive a ship,
For only a few days.
Ain't no black guys,
On the big ole' thang.
If there were a few slaves,
It would stay in fame.
The ship was so gigantic.
Don't you think.

It's a pain,
To have the story retold.
Now they're making movies,
Yes, it's getting to old.
And everytime,
The movie tickets sold.
Well, who would've thought,
That it'd sink.

Mr. Jack Dawson,
Looked kinda bi,
With his Hispanic friend,
Who surely wouldn't survive.
He met Ms. Rose what's-her-name,
Who was about to die,
She didn't kill herself,
But in the end she died,
She rode the ship, Titanic.
Yes, it sank.

Yes, James Cameron,
Is a tad bit insane.
When he made the movie,
Some thought he lost his brain.
But then it won awards,
And now it's so lame.
Well, who would've that it'd win.

Well, film has funny way,
Of messin' up all the little facts,
Of a big-ass ship, yet, people think it's right.
Titanic's getting gay,
Because of all the little fruities acting, gettin' their lines wrong,
But gettin' awards in everyplace.

Who'd give a damn,
If the movie was late,
Went to the exit sign,
To take a major break.
It feels like 22 years,
When it's really four hours,
Now Mr. James Cameron thinks,
That he's got the power.
That stupid ship, Titanic,
Without a doubt.
I really hate Titanic,
I think you've figured that out.

Yes, James Cameron,
Is a tad bit insane.
When he made the movie,
Some thought he lost his brain.
But then it won awards,
And now it's so lame.
Well, who would've that it'd win.

Well, film has funny way,
Of messin' up all the little facts,
Yea; films have funny, funny way.
Of screwin' us up,
Screwin' us out.
     
     
     
     
::crowd cheers::


Now, I'm not sure about acoustic versions of rap parodies but here is my attempt. Here is "Highway Grammar".
(Parody of "Country Grammar" by Nelly)


Dumb ****.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

You can find me, drinking an ice cold loaded Bud.
Passin' clubs and pubs, gettin' p***ed at passengers.
"Move it, bud", or I'll come and get you mugged.
Swear and cuss, mean slugs, and fingers flung.
And it's all because, I'm goin' through enough stress.
Chevy navigatin', fully loaded up on fumes.
It is blood red painted, cops fainted.
While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it.
How me and cops drink wit Bill hung wit' a buzz. {Dumb ****!}
So feel me when I'm drivin', screamin' loud. Huh?
I'm late to work, and I'm loud
Run the limit for a cause.
Drive ten miles above the law.
Playin' my stations now.
I heard a freakin' dumb song.
Britney Spear's fame, and her glammer.
Gonna crush 'em with a hammer.
No, I ain't hooked on Ebonics, groups like Tonic and Kronic.
A. Morisette's song "Ironic", her voice is like an onyx.
Lunatic till I don't drive.
I'm drivin' to a game with the Bulls and Sonics.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!
Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

You say drunken punks can't be wild jiggas.
Unlike niggas, O.K. Corral kickers.
Foul swear words, run up in the bustin the jam jigga.
Who's a Jigga, Jay Z is another type of Jigga.
Now nigga, come to the left and watch me swear at ya'.
Middle finga's, what you givin' when I'm around, Jigga.
My finger, Iyou're in **** when I step on the gas, Jigga.
Say now, can you drunks come out and drink now.
Ready to burn some dust any day now.
Drive by my rules fool, and don't drive when you're high.
May I, answer the cop's question like hey I,
Say hi, with a finger not the index.
>From Chicago to Memphis,
>From Texas back up to INDIANA. China Town's.
Their speed limits fifteen miles, but in L.A.
We just drive mad in our Pintos, but in Louisiana.
We are swearin' highway grammar.
At least not in Savanah.
But hey, we're right beside gamblin' city in Atlanta.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!
Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

Like the show CAT'S to make my blood pressure run.
So you driva's quit actin' silly mon, KID quit tryin' to speed up, man!
Swearin' at me and I need it mon, Hoe you're not in Phily now.
This ain't no show DIGIMON, so go to your household mom.
Holler and bleep me off, flick me off.
Doin' 50, speedin' deeper than any man.
Through JcPenny's mall.
Through the highways and the by-ways, wit' a nice Jigga.
Cops jiggin', snatch up all yo' money, jiggas, ice finger.
All over close, I never sober, but broke
To havin' dough, because I hit my dog, Rover.
I swearin' like Jehovah.
Let me in now!
Stuck in traffic now!
Police men, sheriffs please let me in. Right now,
I got money to earn from work now. Hear now,
Drivin' my funky Benz now,
Woo hearin' a lesbian curse now, at me now.
Through the light, I make it to work now.

Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!
Hmm, I'm goin' down the highway, in my big Cheverolet.
Slidin' in the left lane, I'm gonna blow some steam.
Swearin' to the passengers in the Mini Van.
Pulled over by cop.
Got a ticket, man!

     
     

ANOTHER COMMERCIAL BREAK
Be back in a minute..........
     
     
     
     

This song was written when I stuggled with drug addiction, but I still had a humorous side then. Here is "Stoner's Song".
(Parody of "Adam's Song" by Blink 182)


I never thought,
I'd get this stoned.
I smoked some weed,
Crack, pot, and coke.
I'm burning all my brain cells out.
And all the scientists can't figure out,
Why I'm here,
In my bed.
I take another snort, I'll sure be dead.
I'm to depressed, to smoke on.
Two more Marlboros, I'll be gone.

I usually take pills regularly.
16's the limit just for me.
Days when I could feel my sides.
I overdosed on bong smoke.
The bong is wide, to long to try.
If I take puff, I'd surely survive.
I couldn't wait, till' I got stoned.
To smoke a joint in my room alone.

In a hospital, half passed out.
I'll probably be dead without a doubt.
Give my two pounds, to my best friends.
You'll never smoke joint in my room again.
You'll take my bong, pack it up.
Remember the heroine in the trunk.
Mom let me, smoke Methol.
But tell her it's not her fault.

I usually take pills regularly.
16's the limit just for me.
Days when I could feel my sides.
I overdosed on bong smoke.
The bong is wide, to long to try.
If I take puff, I'd surely survive.
I couldn't wait, till' I got stoned.
To smoke a joint in my room alone.

Well, this has turned out better than I thought. I believe that a classic duet by a classic artist is in store. Here is Ghetto John.

::Ghetto John walks on the stage, and the crowd cheers loud and rapidly::

This is "Pour Me a Miller"
(Parody of "Cry Me a River" by Justin Timberlake)



I don't drink bud
or wine coolers
But you didn't know all the drinks I've tried, no
So I took a chance,
when I was in France.
But I bet you didn't think you'd see my car crashing now, no


I will always drink what you brew
I'm already drunk, the best beer's from you
Now there's just no chance
Now there's just no chance, Bloody Mary, just to scary.
And don't it make you want a drink, too?


You told me you'd bring me
another six pack, here at home
Now you tell me your sorry
When you call me, from your phone
Girl I refuse, my drinks i still will abuse
so don't even try
Your eye brows were burned, and now it's your turn
To pour, pour me a miller
pour me a Miller ... pour me a Miller ... pour me a Miller, yeah yeah


I go Miller's way,
That some drinks are better left undrunk
It wasn't like you only had one drink and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
All of these drinks people showed me
Margaritas really stunk.
(The Coke and Rum just stunk)
You should've picked Heinekien
Then you may not have thrown up (yeah)


I will always drink what you brew
(Don't have to say, what you brewed)
I'm already drunk, the best beer's from you
(Heineken, no, uh)
Now there's just no chance, Bloody Mary, just to scary.
(No chance, Coke and rum)
And don't it make you wanna drink, too?


You told me you'd bring me
another six pack, here at home
Now you tell me your sorry
When you call me, from your phone
Girl I refuse, my drinks i still will abuse
so don't even try
Your eye brows were burned, and now it's your turn
To pour, pour me a Miller
(you know you must)
pour me a Miller (you know you must)
pour me a Miller
(Baby you know you must)
pour me a Miller, yea yea
Oh, The beers almost gone
but I need to keep drinking
Oh The beers almost gone
but I need to keep drinking
Oh The beers almost gone
but I need to keep drinking
Oh The beers almost gone
but I need to keep drinking


I will always drink what you brew
(Don't have to say, what you brewed)
I'm already drunk, the best beer's from you
(Heineken, no, uh)
Now there's just no chance, Bloody Mary, just to scary.
(No chance, Coke and rum)
And don't it make you wanna drink, too?



pour me a Miller (you know you must)
pour me a Miller (Baby you know you must)
pour me a Miller (You know you know you must)
pour me a Miller, yea yea

pour me a Miller (Baby you know you must)
pour me a Miller (you know you must)
pour me a Miller (Cause my brain is fried)
pour me a Miller, yea yea (I'm gonna drink much more, yea-yea)

pour me a Miller
pour me a Miller, oh
pour me a Miller, oh
pour me a Miller, oh

pour me a Miller, oh (pour me, pour me)
pour me a Miller, oh (pour me, pour me)
pour me a Miller, oh (pour me, pour me)
pour me a Miller, oh (pour me, pour me)
pour me a Miller, oh (pour me, pour me)
pour me a Miller, oh (pour me, pour me)
pour me a Miller (pour me, pour me
     
     
     
     


Well, while we're here we have one more special guest to introduce. He is known by everyone, and a great friend of mine. Junior.

::Junior walks onto the stage, and the crowd cheers with much enthuisiasm::

Thank you, well since we're here, but DarkJon is absent. Ghetto, you'll have to fill in.

This is "Road Trip".

(Parody of "Fat Lip" by Sum41)


{S.T.G.}
Cruisin' in a Chevy, like a messed up el gringo.
Then I'm haning out the side, crashed into a Camino.
As a kid, my old biz, no one else knew my name.
Then I took my Chevy, now banned from 49 states..

{Ghetto John}
Now I know it's kind of cool to leave the town after high school
Tons of driving, only taking stops when we had to
we went across the states, and stopped at tons of lakes
I'm sick of eating lunchables all day

We've been in here a long long time
With a broken radio, and there's no AC
We'll pay a huge huge fine
If we let the steering wheel go near STG
Now slow down

{Junior}
Benz, Dodge, Dupont,
Know us at all don't drive Explorers at all.
But what would you expect {duh} the Firestone recall.
Mercedes and Chevys it's how we were raised.
Goodyear and Nissan were the gods that we praised.

{Ghetto John}
Cause when I go out driving I will stay in my lane man,
but getting cut of well you know it makes me insane then,
It's none of your concern, I'll just make a U-turn,
And send the bastard right into the curb.

We've been in here a long long time
With a broken radio, and there's no AC
We'll pay a huge huge fine
If we let the steering wheel go near STG
Now slow down.

{S.T.G.}
Don't count on me, to drive cuz' I'll crash.
Don't count on me, or It'll be smashed.
Don't count on me, you corny little prissy.
Don't count on me, cause I am not a sissy.

{Ghetto John}
Well, I drive a no-good sick 80's purple-ass van,
Lunches packed and I don't give a shit where I'm goin'.

{S.T.G.}
You'll be sittin' in the back eatin' a cinnamuffin.
But this song don't make sense, cuz' of all the buds we be huffing.

{Junior}
Then if the engine breaks you'll be ringing off the hook.
You're on the hit list, wanted in the Ford recall book.

{Ghetto John}
I like nice air conditioned, A built-in discman
My awesome dream car has automatic transmission...

We've been in here a long long time
With a broken radio, and there's no AC
We'll pay a huge huge fine
If we let the steering wheel go near STG
Now slow down.

Long long time with them
Can't beleive that there's no AC
Long long time with them
Don't give the keys to STG.
And slow down.
     
     
     
     


WE LIED.....JUST ONE MORE COMMERCIAL
AND WE'LL BE BACK......WE PROMISE......

::The crowd cheers as Junior and Ghetto John exit::

Well, this has been an interesting night. Including an interesting year. I had SLOBZFEST, I gave a speech for Will Tong, and now I get an unplugged show. Well, to close this out. I will perform the big song, hopefully acoustics will work.
This is "Bong Song"
(Parody of "Thong Song" by Sisqo)
::The crowd screams and cheers::


Oh this weed is scandalous.
Just take a big puff, can you handle it.
Light that thing up like a ciggarette.
Blow the smoke away, like an fast old jet.
I can't belive we've finished the bowl.
But now the smoke has taken it's toll,
And we're inhaling lots of smoke now.
Just take a big puff, puff, puff.
Is that enough, nuff, nuff.
Smokin' great stuff sutff stuff.
Let's light up again. They said.
You got enough, nuff, nuff.
Blown off your butt, butt, butt.
This is great stuff, stuff, stuff.
Let me see that bong.
Hipees, that bong, da' bong, bong, bong.
Like it where the weed goes, light it then I take a blow.
Hipees, that bong, da' bong, bong, bong.

Oh this weed is scandlous.
Do you think George Dubya can handle it?
With his stumped face and his stash of coke.
Take up the bong, and give up smoke.
We're huffing and puffing all through then night.
Our best buddies have seen the light.
They're seeing everything in polka dots,
Cuz' they were inhaling lots of fuems now.
Just say give me that stuff, stuff, stuff.
This is enough, nuff, nuff.
Smokin' this stuff, stuff, stuff.
And we inhale again. She said.
What is that stuff, stuff, stuff.
Blown off your butt, butt, butt.
Smokin' the stuff, stuff, stuff.
Let me see that bong.
Baby, that bong, the bong, bong, bong.
Love it where the weed goes.
Light it then I take a blow.
Baby, that bong.

I love the weed.
Fulfills my need.
Hipees, that bong, da' bong, bong, bong.

ah, you forgot one thing STG...Im pretty sure that on every Unplugged the artist does one cover song....then again, i could be wrong, the last unplugged I saw was REMs

LOL...THIS Is insane.  ;D