2 of the worst “songs” I’ve ever heard!!!!!!

…or should I say "seen", since I saw those videoclips on TV?? I was truly shocked!!!! And I found out that these songs have been released a while ago, it’s not even new stuff, and it’s successful!!!! Oh well doesn’t matter: if you think the lyrics are bad, wait until you see the videoclips… I don’t know what sort of music "genius" is able to compose lyrics on such HIGH levels (of stupidity, of course!!!!), but what surprises me the most is both their courage to even SHOW their idea to anyone, not to mention the stupidity of the media that reproduce them!!!! arghghghgh They truly think we’re stupid, don’t they? Or maybe deaf, who knows…

 

"song" # 1- 

Slash Dot Dash

Fatboy Slim

 

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"song" # 2

 

  My Humps   (Black Eyed Peas)

what you gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, 8x
My lovely lady lumps,

Check it out
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these iceies.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, got me sharin’
All their money got me wearin’ fly, whether I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’
We can keep on datin’
Now keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you,
She’s got me spending.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spend your time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me,(uh) on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yeah let’s go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me.
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump,
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’m a start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand, boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (x3)
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got you,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do with all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’m a make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She’s got me spendin’
(Ooo) Spendin’ all your on me (uh) on me, on me.