I couldn't help myself

I'll warn you in advance: This is the lamest post--nay, lamest thing period--I've ever come up with. I can't promise you will ever respect me again. I will, however, promise to never do one of these again. I can't speak for Zuch, though.

...Ah, who'm I kidding. I'll probably do tens more. I give you...

"Getting Fettered (The Ballad of Rasheed Wallace in Light of the New 'No Complaining' NBA Rule)"
The Sheedles

I'm getting fettered all the tiii-ime...
I used to get mad back in school
(Now I can't complain)
Dean-o had too many rules
(Now I can't complain)
Holding me back; so was Stack
Sharing my minutes with fools

I got to admit it's getting better
A little common courtesy
(It couldn't get much worse)
I have to admit it's getting better
It's getting better, but not for me

Me used to be angry young man
Me throwing the ball in the stands
They gave me the hack
I've finally cracked
I'm doing the best that I can (damn it!)

I've got to admit it's getting better
A little slack for referees
(It couldn't get much worse)
I have to admit it's getting better
A little better, but not for 'Sheed

I keep getting fettered more each year
(Getting fettered all the tiii-ime
Fetters, fetters, fetters...)

I used to be cruel to Hugh Evans, I reamed him and cursed out the names of the people he loved
Yeah it was mean, but that steal was clean
Now I'm doing the best that I can

I admit it's getting better
A little lighter on complaints
Yes I admit it's getting better
A little better, if you're a saint

But I keep getting fettered more each day
(Getting fettered all the tiii-ime
Fetters, fetters, fetters...)