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Worst Song Lyrics of All Time
There are tons, my vote for the moment goes to Speak, the Hungarian Rapper with his song "stop the war"
2003, I pray for God they people make the right decision I don't wanna war. I just wanna peace. Stop the war. Check this. I hope my black brothers feel the same like me Dre, Snoop, Puff, L, Tupac Shakur, rest in peace. He was the best. My respect (yeee, c'mon) I hate terrorists, and I understand you. September 11, I'll never forget you. Rest in peace Catch the bad man, stop your plan, bin Laden, thank Allah. Yee c'mon. Stop the war. That's right. Chorus: Sometimes people make a war, don't know what is for (business) Say you stop the war (yee c'mon, once again) Sometimes people fight a war, don't know what is for (business) Say you stop the war (yee that's right, c'mon) I don't wanna war, I just want to live and love each other My family, my friends. Nobody wants war. Life is short Yee, c'mon, that's right. Check. They just simple people, want simple life. Simple land, simple thing. We have so many places. World is big. A place enough. That's right. C'mon. Yee. Don't make war any more. Show the right way. I pray. Don't kill each other I don't wanna war. Stop your business. I pray for God, stop the war. Yee, c'mon, that's right. Chorus: Sometimes people make a war, don't know what is for (business) Say you stop the war (Yee c'mon, once again) Sometimes people fight a war, don't know what is for (business) Say you stop the war (Yee that's right, c'mon, together) We don't wanna war. Takacs Tamas, Varga Miklos, Bebe, Naszi, My respect, Speak. I'll be back. Peace. |
Oasis has a tendency to write meaningless or just plain idiotic lyrics, but Champagne Supernova takes the cake.
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I'll just list a few bands/styles that have the worst lyrics I've ever read.
1. Staind - Their lyrics are almost always depressing like they were written so that even the passing 4th grader could get the "Please feel sorry for me" message and suddenly feel the need to be addicted to painkillers. 2. Saliva - Same as Staind.....Just watered down. 3. Almost all Gangsta rap songs - Just when you think that lyrical content couldn't get anymore dumb.....Please... put on a gangsta rap album and this will drag your IQ straight down to 0 with every other rhyme. All of these songs consist of 5 things -1. Words that don't exist in a Websters Dictionary, 2.Degrades women, 3. Murdering people, 4. Smoking blunts, 5. How to get paid by being a pimp or drug dealer. 4. Blur - I got my head checked...by a Jumbo Jet? What? I got my head done.....When I was young? WTH? is this english? :usehead: I'll add to this later but this is what I've got off of the top of my head |
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i prefer the term "crackers"
it's more pc |
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I'm not even going to touch the gangsta rap thing. |
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Speaking of Staind...
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Has anybody heard "Art School Girlfriend" by Stone Temple Pilots?
Jesus tap-dancing Christ, do I hate that fucking song. |
worst lyrics, I'm not sure. Worst lyric?
Nirvana- On a Plane I'm on a plain, mmmm I can't complain, mmmm Now, don't get me wrong, I love Nirvana, they rock, and I love this song. It's just this lyric I hate |
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Don't worry about it Conan... he's a Dream Theater fan.
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That song Punk Rock Girlfriend by whoever.
Eeevrybody loved it like my freshman or sophomore year. It suuuuuucks. lol |
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Linkin Park - Crawling lyrics |
anything by Paris Hilton?
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Wait what that stupid fucking pop song that came out in like 1999 that went something like:
"I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch..." No wonder I was such a pissed-off teenager. |
Everybody in love, go put your hands up
Everybody in love, go put your hands up Everybody in love, go put your hands up If you’re in love, put your hands up hand up You know you need someone When the need’s so strong When they’re gone you don’t know how to go on So the whole world is stuck in a moment Standing still until they come back You accept that they’ve, got things to do But sometimes in the end there’s nothing left for you If hurt is missing your baby I’ve done too much of it lately Every minutes like an hour Every hours like a day Every day lasts forever But what else am i gonna do I’d wait forever and a day for you I wait up, wait up I can’t eat, I can’t sleep what else could it be missing you so deep long as I’m where you’re going to I’d wait forever and a day for you I wait up, wait up for you And even when we mad, and say we’re through Deep inside you feel the same way i do Might as well turn around and just end this Cause it’s harder tryin' to stay mad I could tell you that you can’t stay here Knowing just as soon as you disappear That I’ll be missing you baby Soon as you get up and you walk away Every minutes like an hour Every hours like a day Every day lasts forever But what else am i gonna do I’d wait forever and a day for you I wait up, wait up I can’t eat, I can’t sleep what else could it be missing you so deep long as I’m where you’re going to I’d wait forever and a day for you I wait up, wait up for you Everybody in love Go put your hands up Everybody in love Go put your hands up Everybody in love Go put your hands up If you’re in love Put your hands up Everybody in love Go put your hands up Everybody in love Go put your hands up Everybody in love Go put your hands up If your in love Put your hands up Every minutes like an hour Every hours like a day Every day lasts forever But what else am i gonna do I’d wait forever and a day for you I wait up, wait up I can’t eat, I can’t sleep what else could it be missing you so deep long as I’m where you’re going to I’d wait forever and a day for you I wait up, wait up for you The sad thing is it took 4 PEOPLE to write this crap :laughing: |
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...That line... is genius... well it depends on how you look at it guess, but... it's just so profound. That's talent. |
I'm surprised more people haven't mentioned Crunk.
Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Ya'll don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer Hey this is my jam Ya'll don't understand I'll make you understand What's pumpin in my CD player (player) Party all night like yayer (yayer) Shawty got a hand in the ayer (ayer) Make me want to take it dayer Then I go, here I go, here is my song DJ bring it back come in my zone I get paid for them couple bonez the next wop until the early morn I need that crunk when I'm up in tha club even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs give me that drop yellow waist like a drug lil mama hot and she might show me love o hot damn celebrate to tha A.M I love it so much it got me sayin Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Ya'll don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer Hey Heyy I might just start the wave like I'm at a ball game do my thang hands up high I got money in tha bank I'm so fly 747 pain rock it no stop it how I got my name baby keep poppin you might get tha fame walk tha red carpet won't see you the same I get tha stuntin forget my name start with me ride with me represent tha city vibe with me make me throw it up ma timid in tha club go ahead throw it up gotta wonder how much to show enough to stare(stare) I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair) shorty go ahead and get bare(bare) we ain't gonna treat our city like the mayor(mayor) Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Ya'll don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer Alright now stop oooo put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up stick up) it's a stick up just to tha ceilin man |
This ones easy and what makes it especially bad is that they wrote is as if these lyrics were a legitamte socio-political protest song that would really stick it to 'the man'. I've highlighted my favorite line:
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"Year 3000"
one day when i came home at lunchtime, i heard a funny noise went out to the back yard to find out if it was, one of those rowdy boys. stood there with my neighbour called peter, and a Flux Capacitor. he told me he built a time machine like the one in a film i've seen, yeah yeah... he said... [Chorus:] i've been to the year three thousand not much has changed but they lived under water, and your great great great grand daughter, is pretty fine (is pretty fine) he took me to the future in the flux thing and i saw everything, boybands and another one and another one ... and another one! triple breasted women swim around town... totally naked! we drove round in a time machine, like the one in the film i've seen.. yeah yeah... he said... [Chorus] i took a trip to the year 3 thousand this song had gone multi platinum, everybody bought our 7th album. it had outsold michael jackson, i took a trip to the year 3 thousand this song had gone multi platinum, everybody bought our 7th album, 7th album. he told me he built a time machine like the one in a film i've seen, yeah yeah... he said... [Chorus x4] |
I feel like I posted this somewhere else around here...but whatever. Buckcherry are notorious for having the worst, most idiotic lyrics ever. Case in point:
I hit the bottle in the morning In the summertime. I quit my job 'cause it gets in the way. I find a party by the ocean, Buy the cheapest wine, Call up my friends to come and waste the day. I got a dime bag, Corduroys, and colored sleeves, A bindle and some LSD. Now I'm just lookin' for a girl to meet To help me to forget my name. (bridge) I could spend my lifetime gettin' high, Never wantin' to live in a suit and tie! Most of us are just livin' a lie! Trying to get ****ed up every night! (chorus) I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day. Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night! I'm sorry, but I have to say... I'm too drunk to ****! Now the party was jumpin' And the girls were fine, With the lipstick summer glaze! I got so many women Comin' after me I put some pussy on lay-away. I was smoked out, Torn up, Drunk as **** And I wouldn't want to change a thing! Young and dumb And full of *** With the sugar loaded candy cane! (Bridge) I could spend my lifetime gettin' high, Never wantin' to live in a suit and tie! Most of us are just livin' a lie! Trying to get ****ed up every night! (Chorus) I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day! OH! I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night! I'm sorry, but I have to say... I'm too drunk to **** ya OH! I'm to drunk to **** ya! (solo) I can't eat, Can't sleep, And I'm bored as ****. And the girl I want just walked away. She just found out I'm too drunk to **** It looks like I'm not gettin laid. (Bridge) I could spend my lifetime gettin' high! Never wantin' to live in a suit and tie! Most of us are just livin' a lie! Trying to get ****ed up every night! (Chorus) I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day! OH! I'm gettin' drunk all night! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all day! Oh, I'm gettin' drunk all night! I'm sorry but I have to say... I'm too drunk to **** ya! Too drunk to **** ya! YEAH! I'm too drunk to **** ya! Too drunk to **** ya! (repeated) Some one help me! Lord have mercy, Please, somebody help me! I can't even ****in breathe! I'm too drunk to ****! |
pretty much anything jay sean sings. haha. sad.
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So nobody has mentioned Owl City yet?
I'd get a thousand hugs/from ten thousand lightning bugs (?) The whole song is such an obviously shallow attempt to be "deep" it drives me up the wall. The kind of girls who quote Postal Service lyrics as their Facebook status updates are the ones who get into this song i'd imagine. |
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Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz - Real Nigga Roll Call
Right about now (whats up) It's time for the real nigga roll call Now when you hear your city or state (Uh Huh) being called You put your mother****in' middle finger up in this bitch ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Naptown, DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You ain't know! Ya'll niggas can't **** wit my niggas ho![pussy niggaz] Motha**** that nigga! Motha**** that bitch! Ya'll niggas! Some old ass flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some real ass trill ass niggas! Ya'll niggas! Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some head-bussin' gangsta ass niggas! Ya'll Niggas! Be some runnin' and scarey ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas! Ya'll Niggas! Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggas! Ya'll Niggas! Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some Don Juan pimpin' ass niggas! Ya'll Niggas! Be some 22 havin' ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas! Ya'll Niggas! Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas! My Niggas! Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas! Ya'll Niggas! Be some kissin' security ass, ass niggas! My Niggas! **** them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas! See I'ma mean nigga Youse afraid nigga Ol' pretend nigga Smile and grin nigga I hate a false nigga Diana Ross nigga So if ya lost nigga Meet tha boss nigga He's a super nigga Grin and groupa nigga Act stupid nigga I'll ****in' nuke a nigga Cuz youse a happy nigga And ima nappy nigga ****in' scrappy nigga Meet ya pappy nigga Its Ice Cube nigga And Little Jon nigga So if ya drunk nigga Keep it crunk nigga To you punk nigga Feel tha bump nigga Get yo testifyin ass in tha trunk nigga You wanna tell nigga? I'll dump a shell nigga Send a frail nigga Str8 ta hell nigga Thats ya shelter nigga Helta-skelta nigga And when I belt a nigga God help a nigga! Yeah! I see you and your lil clique up in tha club nigga I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' and **** But you know what nigga Bitch niggas get dealt wit mother****in' real quick! Ice Cube! Here we come boy Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy Or you can tell me how I feel as a Real nigga Which nigga Go get a bitch nigga No better Hoes better do what I say Cuz I'm insane in tha brain (insane in the brain) Bitch I got Rick James in my veins Real niggas never change We just let it bang Roll thru tha gutter lane Daddy said let 'em hang And cut 'em like its butter man Skeet skeet skeet Naw thats tha other man Cuz my skeet never LEAKED OUT THIS RUBBER mayne TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' *** Til my peoples come around its like night and day Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way We runnin this bitch Ya'll niggas ain't **** We runnin this bitch Ya'll niggas ain't **** We in tha club gettin' crunk You in tha club gettin' stomped We in tha club gettin' crunk You in tha club gettin' stomped We in tha hood on tha block You in tha hood gettin' shot We in tha hood on tha block You in tha hood gettin' shot We quick ta show you what we bout You quick to run ya ****in' mouth We quick ta show you what we bout You quick to run ya ****in' mouth We real niggas from tha east And we act a ****in' beast We real niggas from tha east And we act a ****in' beast We gangsta niggas from the west Puttin holes in ya vest We gangsta niggas from the west Puttin holes in ya vest My midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull ya ****in' card My midwest niggas hard Quick ta pull ya ****in' card And down south we set if off Blow ya ****in' face off And down south we set if off Blow ya ****in' face off (real nigga roll call!) Buckcherry - Sorry Oh I had a lot to say, was thinking on my time away I missed you and things weren't the same 'Cause everything inside it never comes out right And when I see you cry, it makes me want to die I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue I'm sorry about all things I said to you And I know, I cant take it back. I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds And baby, the way you make my world go round And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry This time I think, I'm to blame It's harder to get through the days You get older and blame turns to shame 'Cause everything inside it never comes out right And when I see you cry, it makes me want to die I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue I'm sorry about all things I said to you And I know, I cant take it back I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds And baby, the way you make my world go round And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry Every single day, I think about how we came all this way The sleepless nights and the tears you cried It's never too late to make it right Oh yeah Sorry I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue I'm sorry about all things I said to you And I know, I cant take it back I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds And baby, the way you make my world go round And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry |
Goin' to the club, to pick up a hot young dancer.
If pussy was a cigarette, I'd have CRAZY cancer. |
I'm as serious as cancer
When I say rhythm is a dancer Doesn't get much worse than that. |
"Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me lean then watch me rock Super Man dat oh Yeah watch me crank dat Robocop Super Fresh, now watch me jock Jocking on them haterz man When I do dat Soulja Boy I lean to the left and crank dat thing Now you I'm jocking on you, I'm jockin' on you And if we get the fightin' Then I'm ****ing on you, then I'm ****in' on you You catch me at yo local party Yes I crank it everyday Haterz get mad cuz I got me some Bathin' Apes Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch I'm bouncin' on my toe Watch me super soak dat oh I'ma pass it to Arab And he's gon' crank it up fo' sho' Haterz wanna be me Soulja Boy, I'm the man They be lookin' at my neck Sayin' it's the Rubberband Man, man Watch me do it, watch me do it Dance, dance Let get to it, let get to it Nope, you can't do it like me Doe, so don't do it like me Folk, I see you tryna do it like me Man that damn was ugly Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch I'm too fresh off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Roosevelt And super soak that oh Super soak that oh Super soak that oh Super soak that oh Super soak that oh I'm too fresh now watch me do Watch me shuffle, watch me do Watch me crank that Soulja Boy, now Superman do it Superman do it Superman do it Ahh Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in this oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy Then Superman dat oh Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch me you (Crank dat, Soulja Boy) Now watch You, ahh you" So ****ing painfully bad and the worse thing that it just goes on and on and on..... Thread/ |
I stand corrected.
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There it is (what?) that, ambiguous cat.
Gritty kitty my rikky-raw rhetoric rap. Takin' back my style rip r-rebirth (gimme that!) 'Cause I don't give a kcuf like the "f-word" reversed! I almost put this in favorite lyrics...it's one of those where you just can't decide if its awful or amazing. |
LOL... Dieselboy, wasn't that line in one of the songs on of Dieselboy's albums?
I can't remember. Know I heard it on there though. |
Here are some precious lines from everyone’s favourite “band”, BrokeNCYDE (also known as the only music that literally makes me want to cut off my ears with a plastic knife):
Sex Toys: I love it when you tease me You make it seem so easy! You make my pee-pee hard! You make my pee-pee hard! Damn right ho your so sleezy You give me the heebie jeebies! You make my pee-pee hard! You make my pee-pee hard! Get Crunk!: YEAAAHHHH!! All you motha ****in brizzles to get off the flizzle and to start ****in dizzles. Fishizzle my nizzle Got these ****in brizzles all up in my mizzle like a ****in grizzle Get off my grizzle girl, You got all these ****in hoes all up in my face. Shut the **** up with that ****. Lets put your motha ****in crowns up, Fishizzle like this Scene Girls: Ahh yeah your in need of attention Now drop that ** like your in detention Sit down girl just shut up and sit Before I make you suck my (girl nothing) OMG, You thought I'd say **** But I wont say **** Until you touch my **** So get on your knees girl, suck it ** BC13 and we run this ** Yellow Bus: Come on girl let me see you shake, now drop that ass like you need a break Like (breathing sound,) Now take a breath, I wanna make your pussy wet (like OOOHH) You're just a groupie Bitch, I don't need a roofie to get up in that butt Here's a list of bitches I ****ed; Maddona, Casandra, Kintana, Kiana, your mama, Brandy, and Sandy, Mandy, Melissa, Rachel, and Candy, Jessica, Sarah, Jaquilin, Kelly, Kristina, Jasmine, Crystal, Maria, Madisson (aww wait hold up) I rest my case. Seriously, I win. |
This may not count, since it was written for a movie, but what about Vanilla Ice's Ninja Rap?
Hittin like a Ninja Turtle when the bass kicks in -- You better check your level The power of the Ninja is strong -- Fightin� all the crooks until they�re all out cold |
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I like rap in DnB for the most part, and used to love this song to death. Still do actually, but now when I hear that part...especially the last line...it just seems a little bit goofy to me. >< |
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