Worst lyrics of all time - For the music fans who would rather have a piece of toast than see a ghost

HighwayStar

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"You say one for the trouble and two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
Come on, y'all, let's rock

Right about now, it's time to get busy
One, two, thrizzay, Shut the fuck up!
And bring this ballistic, riff from the Bizkit
Straight through the speakers with the, hey, hey!
Check this future shock, of rock revolution, punk
Oh my God!
Here it comes, so shut it up
You keep on talkin we gon'
Shut your ass straight the fuck up!
Call the cops, look up in the stands
Got another riot on our hands
I pull this mic straight out my true kit
To fix you wannabes, that ruined all the music!
But nevermind, those phonies never get it
The phonies just deny it, cause rockin leaves em tired
Apocolypse now, who's talkin shit now?
Give me the countdown
Three, two, one!

Urgghhh.. here we go again!
Right now
Let's go
Me and you
Toe to toe
Cause we can rock
And we can roll

You say it's one for the trouble and two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
One for the trouble and two for the times
Come on y'all, let's rock

Now I'm gonna, fill up my lungs with some butane
Turn the mic into a flame
Damn that shit's hot!
Super heavy, built like a Chevy
But I ain't really mad at the, hey hey!
My significant chocolate three dollar bills from the cockpit
Oh my God!
Round two, get ready for a break
You keep on talkin I'mma
Break you off somethin like this!
Full throttle, better be prepared
Comin' with the kick and the snare
Headin a down right dirty
Ruthless movement
Why'd you have to ruin all the music?
No stoppin til we're knock, knock, knockin on heaven's door
Better on the floor
Apocolypse now, who's tlakin shit now?
Give me the countdown
Three, two, one!

Urghh.. Here we go again!
Right now
Let's go
Me and you
Toe to toe
Cause we can rock
And we can roll

Ahh..
I wanna tell you
Tell you to your face right now
Not really sure that..
Not really sure I know how
Gonna try
Gonna try
Give you piece of my mind
Gonna try
Gonna try
And I hope you don't mind..

I'm a crack addict
That's right, I'm a crack addict
You heard me, I'm a crack addict
I'm addicted to crackin skulls when punks start static

It's time to panic
I'm addicted to crackin skulls when punks start static

It's time
It's time to panic
It's time
I'm addicted to crackin skulls when punks, start, static!

Urghh.. Here we go again!
Right now
Let's go
Me and you
Toe to toe
Cause we can rock
And we can roll

I don't give a fuck!
Who, Talks, That, Shit, Fuck, Your, Fake, Ass, All, Talk, And, No, Action!"

-Limp Bizkit, "Crack Addict"

On a side note, Al Jourgensen (yes, that Al Jourgensen) produced this disgrace of a song. On the plus note, in his memoir, he recalls his time recording three songs (including this one) with Fred Durst:

"“The Limp-dickster motherfucker, whatever his name is. I got him naked and in a cowboy hat [in a recording studio]! I’m showing him, ‘Look, you want my sound? This is my sound. This is what I use.’ And he wouldn’t believe it because just by hitting the magic button on the harmonizer that it wouldn’t make him sound exactly like me. He was that naïve. I’m like, ‘Well, try the cowboy hat.’ So I gave him my cowboy hat. . . and it still sounded like shit. So I go, ‘Why don’t you try and get naked? That’s how I sing.’ I was just bullshitting him. So he goes out and does that, and is thoroughly embarrassed, again. And then he just left. I got paid to just humiliate him for three songs. It was awesome.”

 
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Idiot Asshole

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On a side note, Al Jourgensen (yes, that Al Jourgensen) produced this disgrace of a song. On the plus note, in his memoir, he recalls his time recording three songs (including this one) with Fred Durst:

"“The Limp-dickster motherfucker, whatever his name is. I got him naked and in a cowboy hat [in a recording studio]! I’m showing him, ‘Look, you want my sound? This is my sound. This is what I use.’ And he wouldn’t believe it because just by hitting the magic button on the harmonizer that it wouldn’t make him sound exactly like me. He was that naïve. I’m like, ‘Well, try the cowboy hat.’ So I gave him my cowboy hat. . . and it still sounded like shit. So I go, ‘Why don’t you try and get naked? That’s how I sing.’ I was just bullshitting him. So he goes out and does that, and is thoroughly embarrassed, again. And then he just left. I got paid to just humiliate him for three songs. It was awesome.”

Here's the header image for the original article from Loudwire, for posterity's sake. Please let it sink in, dig deep and ask yourself "who looks like the more brain damaged and mockable retard of the two?"
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Al Jourgensen is a bigger lolcow than Fred Durst could ever hope to be and I wouldn't be surprised if half of the stories he's shared over the years are completely fabricated. I love how they deliberately picked a non-flattering photo of Durst which was probably taken quickly in the middle of a show and juxtapose it with a professionally commissioned picture of Jourgensen trying to look all cool and confident to make Jourgensen come off better but he's such an inherently disgusting and ugly druggie freak (I mean really, look at him, that's literally all I should have to say) that Durst still comes off better. All I can say is that the wrong member of Ministry died and if you want any more proof then here's a photo of what the band looks like today:
lineup of ''people'' who should be shot.jpg
 

Jeff Boomhauer

Yo.
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"Ask for money, get advice.
Ask for advice, get money twice."
- Pitbull, Feel This Moment

I get what he's trying to say, but it's so vague that I can't help but take that literally.

"Hey man, you got any money?"
"How about, instead of just giving you money, I give you some financial advice."
"Wow dude, that advice was helpful. Do you have any more advice?"
"WOW, HERE'S SOME MONEY! ...AND HERE'S SOME MORE MONEY!"

---------

"Imma be brilliant with my millions,
Loan out a billion, I get back a trillion.
Imma be a brother, but my name ain't Lemen.
Imma be ya banker, I be loading out semen."

will.i.am, Imma Be
 

Elysian

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[Intro]
2003
Arizona Iced Out Boys
Yung Leandoer, shawty
Emotional boys, 2001
Emotional shawties in this bitch
Makaveli

[Bridge]
Bitches come and go, brah
But you know I stay
Bitches come and go, brah
But you know I stay

[Verse 1]
Got my balls licked
By a Zooey Deschanel look-alike cocaine addict
Razor blade to your head
Conflict, I'm a contradicted shit
Peeing on old people's houses is an inflict
2003 shit
This ain't no splitting bills shit
I'ma peel banana skids
While listenin' to R. Kelly's greatest hits

[Chorus]
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (Morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
For some morphine (Morphine)


[Verse 2]
Poppin' pills like zits
While someone vomits on your mosquito tits
Slitting wrists while dark evil spirits like Slytherin
Slither in with tricks, I'm sick
Acid trip makes my spitting sick
And makes me start hitting chicks
Knitting thick, shitting quick, fitting dick
Like transmitting shit with an AIDS stick

Think you're gay as fuck like a fish stick
Tequila shots and salt licks
Getting balls in your face like a free kick
Yung Lean stays motherfuckin' freaky (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (Morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
For some morphine (Morphine)


[Verse 3]
Rotten teeth like Gargamel
Cast a spell, you keep on tryin' to yell
Bet your dead body stinks worse than my S'well
Well, Lean expels
Diagrams as if they were made in Excel
Fuck fat hoes like Adele
Get my dick stuck inside a lamp shell
Get it out with sperm cells and hair gel
Swim in Mexico, mademoiselle
Point and laugh while he fell
Who's laughing now, now that I'm explosive like Alfred Nobel
Yung Lean only attracts an older clientele
Very well (Bitch)

— Yung Lean - Ginseng Strip 2002
 

Jeff Boomhauer

Yo.
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At one point on her awful, awful song "Money", Cardi B (who's entire discography can be added to this thread) yells out, "Wakanda forever!"

I doubt this not even black bitch has even seen the movie.
 

VIVIsectVI

Life is short. Death is forever.
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Here's the header image for the original article from Loudwire, for posterity's sake. Please let it sink in, dig deep and ask yourself "who looks like the more brain damaged and mockable retard of the two?"
View attachment 2341900
Archive

Al Jourgensen is a bigger lolcow than Fred Durst could ever hope to be and I wouldn't be surprised if half of the stories he's shared over the years are completely fabricated. I love how they deliberately picked a non-flattering photo of Durst which was probably taken quickly in the middle of a show and juxtapose it with a professionally commissioned picture of Jourgensen trying to look all cool and confident to make Jourgensen come off better but he's such an inherently disgusting and ugly druggie freak (I mean really, look at him, that's literally all I should have to say) that Durst still comes off better. All I can say is that the wrong member of Ministry died and if you want any more proof then here's a photo of what the band looks like today:
View attachment 2341936

Al Jourgensen, 2021.

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Hex Cat

Smoke Dope, Slap Bass
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Kunts! By KoRn

Fuck you titty suckin, two balled bitch
With a fat bruised clit
My big compoto bitch
Oh shit, fucking, ass licking, piss sucking, cunt
These nuts on your lips
Kentucky fried kung-pao clits

I don't know what to say
So what don't give a fuck on me now
I don't know what to say, so what

Saggy tits swinging
Between your fat, crusty arm pits
Big ass hairy mole
Between your pussy lips
Cunt, shit, cock, dick, cunt, tit
Barf, piss, balls, ass, pecker, queef
Oh shit, fuck, bitch
Damn fuckin diarhea slut, with HIV

I don't know what to say
So what don't give a fuck on me now
I don't know what to say, so what

I have fought to find something to say,
But now I found something to say
Fuck you!, Punk ass bitch

I don't know what to say
So what don't give a fuck on me now
I don't know what to say, so what

Fuck...Shit...Bitch
 

Elysian

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Hey, there's nothing on Earth that could save us
When I fell in love with Uranus
I don't wanna give you away
Cause it makes no sense at all

— Mcfly - Star Girl

This song came out when I was 8 years old and it didn’t register that this line was a joke about anal until I listened to it again a few years back. Kinda like how I used to think Milkshake by Kelis was actually about a woman who makes really good milkshakes.
 

The Fraggle Queen

Turns out Doozers explode when you fuck them.
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Posting anything by Deuce, Hollywood Undead, and Jeffree Star is just cheating at this point. Behold:

[Intro: Jeffree Star]
This is Jeffree fucking Star
And this is a big "fuck you" to all you jealous bitches
That get mad that I'm fucking your boyfriends
And don't get mad that they suck my dick then make out with you after, hoe

[Chorus: Deuce]
Girl, your boobies look real nice to me tonight
Let's have a pillow fight, I know you're tight
That's when we turn off the lights
Girl, if you're from Orange County, I'll fuck you right
And I think J-Dog might if I'm nice
That's when we turn off the lights

[Verse 1: J-Dog & Deuce]
Uh, I be the J to the D, girls call from O.C
I'll fuck you in your new Daneli
What a change 'cause I fuck g-g-girls in alleys
Behind the beauty bar, let's see how far we can go on a sexual safari
I got a dick like Kareem Abdul-J-J-Jabbarie
Now let's pray, go all the way
Your boyfriend's gay, got his trunk raised
Ain't I right? Hey, Shady
"Let's have a pillow fight"
I'm a sex robot sent back from the fa-fa-fucking future
"Fuck girls deep, stick it in their pooper"

[Chorus: Deuce]
Girl, your boobies look real nice to me tonight
Let's have a pillow fight, I know you're tight
That's when we turn off the lights
Girl, if you're from Orange County, I'll fuck you right
And I think J-Dog might if I'm nice
That's when we turn off the lights, Undead

[Verse 2: Charlie Scene]
I'm like the Brad Pitt of scene movies
Take off that shirt and let me see them B boobies
I like C boobies, D boobies, Z boobies
Sad boobies, bad boobies, clean boobies, mean boobies
I get pissed when the haters try to cock-block
I get drunk and touch Tila in her hot spot
It's Charlie Scene, let me drink from your flask
Put on my mask and fuck you in the ass!
"Hey, Charlie, how many girls you taking home tonight?"
My dick's sinned so much it should be crucified
Like Jesus Christ
"Beep-beep! Hey, you girls need a ride? Get inside!"
I pull out my skin sword on the dance floor
Rub it on your butt cheeks and watch it transform
You better put out, don't make me hate you
Or I'll do the Michael Jackson and I'mma rape you!

[Chorus: Deuce]
Girl, your boobies look real nice to me tonight
Let's have a pillow fight, I know you're tight
That's when we turn off the lights
Girl, if you're from Orange County, I'll fuck you right
And I think J-Dog might if I'm nice
That's when we turn off the lights
That's when we, that's when we turn off the lights, Undead
That's when we, that's when we turn off the lights
Undead

[Brige: Shady Jeff & Da Kurlzz]
Hey, what is that? Dude, is that a guy or a girl?
Hey, faggot!

[Verse 3: Jeffree Star]
Shut the fuck up, you want me
Bitches get mad that I swallow more cum than they can
Wanna give me a hand? 'Cause I'll deep-throat your dad
Then he'll cum on my face before I go on MySpace
And every guy wants my lipstick smeared on his nut-sack
Let's play Barbie and shove Ken's dick in my ass
Or you can be R. Kelly and pee on me
Just don't get it on my plastic surgery
And then I'll beat you like I did that bitch, Stevie
You think that's funny? Watch me eat ForBiddeN's fat pussy

[Chorus: Deuce]
Girl, your boobies look real nice to me tonight
Let's have a pillow fight, I know you're tight
That's when we turn off the lights
Girl, if you're from Orange County, I'll fuck you right
And I think J-Dog might if I'm nice
That's when we turn off the lights, Undead

[Outro: Jeffree Star & Deuce]
Fucking cunt
That's when we turn off the lights, undead
Eat me out, bitch
Undead
Lick my pussy
That's when we turn off the lights
Sit on my face, Daddy
Faggot
Anything from that weird cluster of “emo/scene” is cheating, tbh. Jeffree Star, Blood on the Dance Floor, Hollywood Undead, William Control/whatever other garbage the lead singer of Aiden did (probably a bad take, but I kinda enjoyed Aidan as a teenager).
 

Henry Bemis

just a fragment of what man has deeded to himself
Retired Staff
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"Well, the evidence is clear, gonna let the sentence, son, fit the crime.
Prison for ninety-eight and a year, and we'll call it even, Johnny 99."

— "Johnny 99," by Bruce Springsteen

Not so much "worst lyric," but more "C'mon, I know you can do better than that."
 

Precocious Halfwit

I am your man Christmas parsnet
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'I'm afraid, insane, rage intensified
I'll feel no fear or hate as I commit... MENOCIDE!'


I wasn't sure whether I wanted to put this in Worst Lyrics or Edgy Music! Otep herself is an immense twat but the residual nu-metal kid in me still has a soft spot for a handful of songs.... barring this honking turd, obviously.

Comments are disabled. I wonder why.

 
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Not just another poster

Director of cat business
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I love RUSH.
Dog Years is a banger but it could be the corniest song they ever wrote. And they are a pretty corny band to begin with.

In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggy heaven
It seems to me
As we make our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years, it's the season of the itch
Dog years, with every scratch it reappears
In the dog days
People look to Sirius
Dogs cry for the moon
But those connections are mysterious
In a dog's brain
A constant buzz of low level static
One sniff at the hydrant
And the answer is automatic

Cant win em all.
 

mister meaner

My barley's top of the shelf, I'm a man of my word
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The entirety of Venom by Eminem. Seriously.

I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!"
When it talks to you like you don't belong
Or tells you you're in the wrong field
When something's in your mitochondrial
'Cause it latched on to you, like—
Knock knock, let the devil in
Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin'
This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!"
L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'
Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Mayo and went from Hellmann's and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof's room slept on the floor of 'da motel then
Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah!"
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they're gonna hate
But I don't care, I barely can wait
To hit 'em with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced
Because they're gonna taste my—
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
It-it's evident I'm not done
V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
Like a web and you just caught in 'em
Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
Beat strangler attack
So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin'
Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin' into ya
You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya
When you're bit with the—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
Ain't no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I'm loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You're snake-bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen I'm
Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc
'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
Ate shit 'til I can't taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint
And awake with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to
'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you
So escapin' me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents' life
And your childhood too
'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on
I'm responsible for you retarded fools
I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to
You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I'm the suit, so call me—
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
 
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Jeff Boomhauer

Yo.
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The entirety of Venom by Eminem. Seriously.

I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!"
When it talks to you like you don't belong
Or tells you you're in the wrong field
When something's in your mitochondrial
'Cause it latched on to you, like—
Knock knock, let the devil in
Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin'
This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!"
L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'
Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent
Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
And blew up my-my-myself again
Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
Mayo and went from Hellmann's and being rail thin
Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof's room slept on the floor of 'da motel then
Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah!"
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
And I know they're gonna hate
But I don't care, I barely can wait
To hit 'em with the snare and the bass
Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced
Because they're gonna taste my—
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
It-it's evident I'm not done
V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
Like a web and you just caught in 'em
Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
Beat strangler attack
So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap
Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick
Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin'
Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin' into ya
You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to ya
When you're bit with the—
Venom, adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
Ain't no telling when this chokehold
On this game will end, I'm loco
Became a Symbiote, so
My fangs are in your throat, ho
You're snake-bitten with my—venom
With the ballpoint pen I'm
Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc
'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
Ate shit 'til I can't taste it
Chased it with straight liquor
Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint
And awake with a headache
And I take anything in rectangular shape
Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to
'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you
So escapin' me is impossible
I latch onto you like a—parasite
And I probably ruined your parents' life
And your childhood too
'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on
I'm responsible for you retarded fools
I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to
You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
And I'm the suit, so call me—
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
It's like he wrote this in 5 minutes. The chorus sounds like it was written by a five-year-old.

My own contribution:
"Baby baby, and it ain't no secret.
My family's from Cuba, but I'm an American Idol gettin' money like Seacrest."
- Pitbull, Give Me Everything

That said, he also said this in the song, which wraps around to being so bad, it's hilarious:
"So I'm, tip-toein', to keep flowin',
I got it locked up like Lindsay Lohan."

Fun fact, she tried to sue over this line.
 
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