Dumbest lyrics to a song ever

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niganomitry has the worst lyrics to the song then any other song in the world, for exampl

put two ice cubes in a glass of tap water and the water level rises

take all the animals out of the ocean and you see that it isnt 3/4 water

your bitch gets 5 dollers for every square inch she sucks, if she gets 40 dollers including a 5 doller tip, how big was the dick she just sucked?

it just makes them sound like they are retarded
 
put two ice cubes in a glass of tap water and the water level rises

take all the animals out of the ocean and you see that it isnt 3/4 water

i thought about that for a second
 
pink floyd- welcome to the machine:

wher have you been, its alright we know where you've been... what did you dream, its alright we told you what to dream.

The clash - straight to hell:

if you can play the fiddle how about an english jig and reel

led zeppelin -stairway to heaven:

if theres a bustle in your hedge row, dont be allarmed now. its just a spring cleen on the may queen.
 
those are all good saongs, and bands, a few of my favorites, i'm not making fun of them. i'm also sorry that i dont have all of stairway to heave memorized. i go fix that problem now.
 
i've got a hoe selection, a whole collection, a whole selection (JEA) of my whole collection (JEA)

juelz santa, dipset.
 
tell lucy that her boobies, loco, cookie monster, who he, who am i?

complete nonsensical garbage.. most the juelz/diplomats lyrics are trash
 
They must be giants

They must be giants

They must be giants

They must be giants

They must be giants

They must be giants
 
c'mon now. i know you said you liked the song anyways, but even if you think that line is dumb you cant really compare the lyrics to that song to the "dumbest lyrics to a song ever"
 
take all the animals out of the ocean and you see that it isnt 3/4 water

actually, i never thought about that before, i dont think its that dumb, i think its interesting
 
FUCK YOU they have the best lyrics ever!!

"Glass of milk, standing inbetween extinction and the cold and explosive radiating growth"

or that one heavy metal song they did:

"I FELL ASLEEP ON MY ARM! AND NOW, ITS TOTALLY NUMB! IT FEELS SO STRANGE, IM GONNA SLAM IT IN THE DOOR, IM GONNA WIGGLE IT AROUND, IT FEELS SO STRANGE.....I FELL ASLEEP ON MY ARRMMMM!!!"

yah they're awsome.
 
imo here are the best lyrics of all time iin contrast to james blunt

"your beautiful your beautiful"-james blunt

"put the phone on yo butt its a booty call and im comin to busta nut on all yall"-nickatina
 
its not an overly deep song. its saying what if machines took over the world and human race, which arguably has already happened in some places. so fuck off.
 
it also symbolizes how they didnt really like the nature of the music industry, and howthir existence in it was "soulless" like a machine.

there was a music video created where a machine went around destroying things.

Nineteen Eighty-four is basically a book of what George Orwell believed could happen in 40 years. It was a dystopian view, if you know what that word means.
 
Welcome to the machine and stairway dumbest lyrics ever? Is that a joke?

Anyway, even though I love the song, here's my vote.

Reba sink a boulder in the water

Reba tie a cable to a tree

Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper

Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune

Knee deep in the motel tub

Reba dangle ladle form her lip

dip

sip

Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume

mutter to a farmer in a truck

Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba

cheetah on the prowl in a cage

sink a boulder in the water

tie a cable to a tree

Mutter "nature" to the nag

with the lipstick perfume

Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover

thunder in a circle

down the pipes

Bag it

Tag it

Sell it to the butcher in the store

Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub

picked up a jar unscrewed the top

and watched it drop into the water

A little scoop of plaster mix

some coffee grounds and mud

and then she stirred it with the ladle

that her Grandmother had bought her

threw in a pot of melted wax

a forefoot and a hoof

apple core, worms galore

and a can of some corrosive

coconuts and chloroform

some wicker and some cork

Toxic waste, some purple paste

she hoped was not explosive

Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation

and she knew that what she make

would be the finest in the nation
 
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set

Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana

C'mon. Lets Do It

Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

Everywhere jeah, jeah

Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah

Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]

They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest

Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah)

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah)

What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah)

You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)

My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)

Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!)

Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)

Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh)

And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah)

Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz

I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah)

They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)

I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah)

And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)

And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah)

They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it

I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers

More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!

[Hook]

I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye!

We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah!

Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so

Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here

Jeah jeah jeah jeah!

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye)

Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye)

I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye)

You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye)

I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye)

You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye)

I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye)

I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye)

I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around

They DTP's deep throat professionals

My D.I.P.'s we so professional

Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale

We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake

Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay

I'm movin movin movin (jeah)

Y'all losin losin losin (aye)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]

I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe

I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo

I chill though, pippin in the Range

All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)

Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)

Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)

Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)

Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)

Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket

I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you

Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

[Hook]

OR

[Cam'Ron - repeat 15X]

Dip Set

[Chorus]

Juelz, Dip Dip

Santana, Set, Set

Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs

Who you wit, wit

Throw up your set

Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

[Verse One: Juelz Santana]

Hang with gangs, that hang and bang

Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang

Damn, it's new the game done changed

I got a whole selection, a whole collection

A ho selection of my ho collection

And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'

Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww)

Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah

Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother...

And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks

Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot

Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot

Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww)

Go,it's your birthday

Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty

Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place

Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday

[Chorus]

Juelz, Dip Dip

Santana, Set, Set

Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs

Who you wit, wit

Dog, no set

Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

[Verse Two: Juelz Santana]

Jump, stomp, move, breathe

We, in, too, deep, OKAY

I'm lo-lo from the block again

Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them

Four-fos and glocks and them

They the paparrazi, they the livest posses

Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi

I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller

That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her

I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM

You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums

Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe

Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it

Oops, squirt it, squirt

Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed

Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang

I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta

The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a

[Chorus]

Juelz, Dip Dip

Santana, Set, Set

Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs

Who you wit, wit

Dog, no set

Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky

Killa, you already know what it is

My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man

Diplomat Records man
 
Holy shit man, freak out. I think those lyrics are pretty dumb, ok? Repeating "they must be giants" are some of the "dumbest lyrics" I have heard, which is what this thread is about. See, that is the problem with this site, when someone says what they believe, other people who don't see it that way flip shit. It takes away from the whole "skiing's online community" feel, and turns it into a haters site, where people try to say the right thing to fit in. Chill out.
 
Ummm, the mars volta....?

The Bible and the Breathalyzer

Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches.

To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp, dragging along the hump of the floor. Sobbing from the smacking mouth of the demagogue wells, making wisecracks, spilling from the corners with their pink flinches, second glancing their every move.

It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings, a porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans, while it read aloud from it's favorite books, in glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths, following a slow and patient wait, a mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover.

Under the wall, the ships smeared by faithfully talking the magnum fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup.

They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes, a lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers.

It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire.

It hacked off the central headpiece to the collective.

It wrote them a message in the marrow of the knife, with the extension of Baphomet* transfusion.

Glued to the animals, perversions of their former selves, patiently biting their fingernails looking for a clue.

As soon as it failed to appear, the faithful fell under the spell of public execution.

It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual, and all for nothing, promising salvation, but only flags came swarming around for a better taste.

What was left were the scraps, dressed in animal skin, defiled servants holding their breath, fatherless culprits blaming their kin, waiting for an answer.

They thought a day would come, or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal, some sort of indication.

Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes filled with the decapitated remains, found sealed in sand.

It only stained the conscious for a brief moment, then came disgust.

Realizing there was nothing to it, people began collapsing in collective states of drought.

Palm-size vents heating in the chest, cluttering the graph, a bladder full of remains.

Nothing became of them because nothing was the reason, an apathetic display dripping into vats of obesity.

The feud had been sucking teeth for some time now, but the only baggage that paraded about was the curtain epidermis unfolded in an inebriated suit.

The fit came suffocating, feathering the boa-constricted paleness, frostbitten, and shovel-faced.

It came before them in utter confidence, flares of pink owls in the nest of albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind.

It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one.

All the churches were converted into quarantine facilities, inside them grew bacterial stubble compacted by larvae, contracting and teething.

A newborn litter degradively sufficient, running from the horse collarbone, amongst the murmuring femurs wimpering in fractures.

"Are you the polaroid shot you thought you were?", it said with a coy smirk.

With the position now vacant, it waltzed right in and made itself at home.

Seduced by the empty nominations at the altar of broken ballot boxes, closer to that nothingness that everyone seemed to embrace.

As it pissed all over them, the sigh of relief steamed off the soaking depressants, an impending sleep was on it's way.

I am a huge mars volta fan, but seriously I reckon you have to be tripping on acid to understand what the fuck they're on about in most of their songs...
 
"I'll hit you with the gat in the left eye

I keep my knives more sharper than a cacti"

Jedi mind tricks
 
i think, possibly the worst song ever

necro, light my fire.

Uh)

(Slit)

(Slit, fuckin' slit)

(wink wink)

(wink wink)

Uh Uh

Fuckin' Whorebags

[Necro]

Your tits are greased up

You better clean the yeast up

I like a clean slut

AIDS between your butt will get your spleen cut

I'll bang you hard as I strangle you fuckin' you from an angle

That penetrates your anal prostate gland saliva dangle's

***Into*** your mouth bitches that demand action get ramsacked

And cock jam-packed in thier twat bashin' the ass in

Or bitches into fashion, sinful passion

Puffin' hash in a bong trash dance in a thong

***This*** hooker likes when people watch us fuck

So she could feel like she's a porn star

Well she's fuckin' me cause she's starstruck

My tongue is in your crotchless panties

The tartness is sweet like starches in Starburst candy

Bitches hate me but they love a dick, inside thier slit

Where the glove fit, heating up like an oven lit

Your mine, your perfect, that's the verdict

The pervert will vertically twist you and lick you while you jerk it

Work it you're all babes doin' it

Bitches down to drink piss, fluid, plus manure shit

[Chorus]

Come on baby, light my fire (suck my dick)

Come on baby, light my fire (show me your tits)

Try to set the night on fire (rub your clit)

Girl we couldn't get much higher (you're a fuckin' twit)

What constitutes you bein a prostitute

You lickin' doodie shoots, for lots of loot till you gotta puke

Drinkin' up shots of fluid, even if you don't wanna do it

You'll be a true whore once you get through the manure

A whole piece down your esophagus, what an accomplishment

Everyone should awknowledge it you're a pig that could swallow shit

We've got different opinions

You feel women should be christians

Sitting home knitting and watching children

I feel women should be stripping and sinning

Syringes in em' trippin' while thier pimp brain washes them in a building

You OD'd now you're hooked up to an intravenous

It's a minor inconvenience, from the hospital bed you'll suck penis

You're not exempt, from being a wench

As long as both of your lips are Mint??

You could be dead and I'll still pay my rent

You'll eat the doodie from a swollen bowel

A putrid, long, stinky piece that's brown like Colin Powell

[Chorus]

Mariah

You're on fire

You're syphilis,infected clitoris

Is burnin' with desire

(wink wink)

might i add, perverted and sick and twisted lyrics
 
actually, shoot. i just changed my mind. i think i have to give hanson some credit here with:

MMMBop...bidi dapa doo wop

Doo bi dapa doo bop

Bidi dapa doo, yeah, yeah

MMMBop...bidi dapa doo wop

Doo bi dapa doo bop

Bidi dapa doo, yeah, yeah
 
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