worst song lyrics

[Ilya]

chill out, whatcha yellin for
lay back, its all been done before

[Ilya]

How'm I Spose To Love Her,
Catch Her Mackin With The Brothers
Shanks Akimbo!
Hey! Yo! Bimbo! You Unlock It!
Gonna Take It Outmy Pocket
And Then Im Gonna Cock It In-
Chocolate Mecca! Unnhhh!
Chocolate Mecca! Unnhhh!
Chocolate Mecca! Unnhhh!

[Superted]

I'm afraid of the dark,
'specially when I'm in a park

I don't want to see a ghost,
I'd rather have a piece of toast.

[NaiLed]

in summary, any pop song

[Dameon Angell]

Alright partner...keep on rollin’ baby
You know what time it is
(throw yo hands up)

(ladies and gentlemen)
Chocolate starfish
Keep on rollin’ baby

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (x4)

Now I know y’all be lovin this shit right here
L.i.m.p bizkit is right here
People in the house with them hands in the air
Cause if you don’t care then we don’t care
One two three time zoom to the 6
Jonesin for you picks of the limp bizkit mix
So where the fuck you at punk?
Shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up
Before we fuck this track up
(throw yo hands up)

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (x4)

You wanna mess with this
You can’t mess with the this
Cause we get it on - when?
Everyday and everynight - oh
See this platnuim thing right here - uh-hu
Well we’re doin it all the time - wha?
So you better get some better beats
And uh, get some better rhymes - doh!

We got the game set
So don’t complain yet
24/7 never beggin for a raincheck
Old school soldiers
Blastin out the hot shit
That rock shit
Let ’em bounce in the mosh pit
(throw yo hands up)

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (x4)

Hey ladies hey fellas
And the people that don’t give a fuck
All the lovers all the haters
And all the people that call themselves playas
Hot mammas, pimp daddies
And the people rollin’ in the caddies
Hey rockers, hip-hoppers
And everybody all around the world

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (x4)

Move in now move out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Breath in now breath out
Hands up now hands down
Back up back up
Tell me what you’re gonna do now

Keep rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ (x4)

[Hero*]

chill out, whatcha yellin for
lay back, its all been done before
what a sweet song!

[Subjugation]

I pretty much think these are the worst rap lyrics in the world. I don't care if it was 1988, and it was a brand new genre. Critical Beatdown by Ultramagnetic MC's takes the cake for most horrible lyrics, imo. Really, just the lyrics by Kool Keith were lame, actually. My issue is just the metaphors are just awful. Does it get any worse than someone saying, "Toy ducks I beat up" as a metaphor for strength and physical dominance? Toy ducks? Wtf.





[Kool Keith]
I take your brain to another dimension
Hold it, mold it, shape it
You got a knife, yes I wanna scrape it
up and down, sideways, any way I can
be rude to you
But I'll rap and be crude to you
And eat up, toy ducks I beat up
I am the oven your brains I wanna heat up
Mega, supersonic degrees
I come around, roastin MC's
with fire, to burn the toy liar
Raw meat, turn the flame higher



For any germ or lice who come last
I'm boric, high computing acid
Get off the mic and won't you please pass it

[NaiLed]

i don't know if any of who have heard of "Mr Dibbs" but basically it is a guy who does "scratch" music (where you do that scratch thing with a record). but this is the most horrible "music" i have ever heard, with lyrics such as "diggity check equals wreck" <- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

my friend loves this guy -- can't for the life of me figure out why. listening to that for eternity is my idea of hell

[Mr. Peanuts]

Come on !!

Here we go again mother fucker !!

Yeah !!

Come on down
And see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What’s the matter with calamity anyway
Right...get the fuck out of my face.

[Pearl Jam]

Pay special attention to the arrows.


[Shaq]
I'm the hooper, the hyper
Protected by Viper
When I rock the hoop yo, you'd better decipher
In other words you'd better make a funky decision (whoo)
'cause I'm a be a Shaq knife, and cut you with precision
Forget Tony Danza, I'm the boss <---
When it comes to money, I'm like Dick Butkas <---
Now who's the first pick? me, word is born and
Not a Christean Laettner, not Alonzo Mourning
That's okay, not being bragadocious <---
Supercalifragelistic, Shaq is alidocious <---


Anyone who compares making ludicrous amounts of money to 1970's NFL football star Dick Butkas automatically receives the worst lyrics award. It's a rule.

[scumbag]

50 "fat head" Cent, fuck knows what the song is called

"we in da club doing the same ol 2 step,
gorilla unit,
coz they say we bugged out,
coz we dont go nowhere without toast."

[za gophar]

3 dayd grace - this house is not a home.

i heard it on the radio the other day and thought, "spare me." what a banal song.

I’ll be coming home
Just to be alone
Cause I know you’re not there
And I know that you don’t care
I can hardly wait to leave this place

No matter how hard I try
You’re never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I’m better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you’re here
This is not my home
I think I’m better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

By the time you come home
I’m already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case

No matter how hard I try
You’re never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I’m better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you’re here
This is not my home
I think I’m better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

I’m better off alone

No matter how hard I try
You’re never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I’m better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you’re here
This is not my home
I think I’m better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

[Not ThiX]

when live gives you lemons
make beef stew

-danny milonakis

[Dameon Angell]

[Shaq Rap Song]

On that note...

Uh, what I live for? Basketball, beats and broads
From Italy to the US, yes, it's raw
I'ma search for the one that make my wealth feel poor
Who can ignore the spotlight life of Grandma
My falldown is how I found the aura, so I searched in
There's plenty of women with sex appeal when it's filled
Can even complete the package, all I date is actresses
Can play it safe with them, my money ain't bait
But I must take risks to find a honey that's legit
Whether she push a buck and a six, bumpin' some mad chips
Out on her own, or live out of moms and pop's home
Watch time, fashion, Adidas attire or Timbo's
I don't know, yo, these women come and go
Like the wind they blow, how do I know it's you for sure?
When God talk to me, give me a signal
But until then, all my ears hear, just let me flow
C'mon


HOOK (2x)
[Tyra Banks]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you
I believe you are very fine
If you give me one chance, I promise to love you
And be with you forever more

Can you guess which Laker star had this gem of a rap single?

[Pearl Jam]

when live gives you lemons
make beef stew

-danny milonakis

andy milonakis, dumbass

[Tanzu]

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player
Just answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not too thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a ***** like to eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you

[Chorus: Lea]

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars
Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live
I got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late

[Chorus: Lea]

[Verse 3: Lea]
We don't have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends!
I will be right there, beginning to the end!
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end!

[Verse 4: Lil' Flip]
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About - what a real ***** like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to Vegas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But don't worry, the chauffer open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?



wow....what a joke

Edit: BITCH IN THE VID IS HOT

[Vykromond]

anything off the latest beastie boys album. alternatively:

my best friend's a butcher, he has sixty knives
oh look it stopped snowing

[Denon]

I messed my pants
When we flew over France

&

I've been to the year 3000
not much has changed but they live underwater (not much has changed then?!)
and your great-great-great-granddaughter
is pretty fine, is pretty fine (pretty fucking dead too)

[Facetious]

this house is not a home song

yes this truly is one of the worst songs ever written

[scumbag]

mentioned this song before

Artist: Roger Miller
Song: You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it

Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool
Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
Ya can't change film with a kid on your back
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

All ya gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it

Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch
But you can be happy if you've a mind to

Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd