Dumbest lyrics to a song ever

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

that song that kid posted on ns about a guatemalan kid.

racists. psh.

the lyrics to real nigga roll call by lil jon are worse

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.

that last one is my signature.

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.

midwest niggas hard
bout to pull ya fucking card
down south we set it off
blow ya fucking face off

i've got a hoe selection, a whole collection, a whole selection (JEA) of my whole collection (JEA)
juelz santa, dipset.

it should say
"a whole selection of my hoe collection" not "of my whole collection"

You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful, it's true!

nigganometry is a sick song.

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

YEAH!!! WHAT!?!? OK!!!

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"

its not a dumb lyric if you know what welcome to the machine is supposed to represent you fucking jackass.

What? Those aren't deep and insightful?!

"I get more ass than a toilet seat"

-Nate "Chorus" Dogg

OOOOOOKK!!!!! THEY"RE CRUNK!!!

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.

she has sucked a 7 square inch dick

james blunt has the worst voice,lyrics of all time.

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

my humps, my humps my humps my humps

nate dog :

i want a girl i can fuck in my hummer truck
and:
i want a slut will you be fine? i heard that you like it from behind

any modern music lyrics are dumb. All the mtv shit is seriously retarted.

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.

"bawitaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy wit da boogey say up jump boogey"

no you fucking moron. read 1984.

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.

christ


way to look up on songmeanings.com douche bag.

you have no clue.

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

"you make me wanna la la!" - Ashlee Simpson

I think that song actually has amazing lyrics.

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...

*whiny ass chick voice* BLUUEEEEEEEE SKIIIIEEEESSSSS..... OVVVVEEEEEERRRRRRRR MYY HEEEEEAAADDD

is it possible that i actually have a clue what i am talking about? on newschoolers, cant be.

"I'll hit you with the gat in the left eye
I keep my knives more sharper than a cacti"

Jedi mind tricks

Shit is bananas B a n a n a s

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa!!!!!!
http://www.break.com/index/whiterapper21.html

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

aahahaha, that wins. good old kid rock.

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

anyone notice how uninsightful "knick knack paddy wack give your dog a bone"s lyrics are.

listen to one of kevin federlines songs, he has some 'great' lyrics

aarons party (jp's song in up1.2)