babiebabie (babiebabie) wrote in nyc_fucks,
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effin b e ps

the worlds stupidest song...


/rant on


who would have thought the black eyed peas would put out a song stupider than thier group name?  i mean... the black eyed peas... why the fuck would you name your band that?  i listened to an interview they did on z100 (against my better judgement) and they made reference to why they're 'awesome' that i am now about to paraphrase:  in a world of people who enjoy juicy steaks... here we come... a big bowl of black eyed peas to shock the system.


so is it okay to say that the black eyed peas give me the shits?


so interrupting my 'groove' every morning on my drive to work is this song 'my humps' sung mostly by thier token female group member 'fer-something' fuggy fuddy ferdie... fuzzy~ whatever the hell her name is... the slutty skinny black chick that gets under my skin like a tick on steroids...


for those of you who havent heard this song... (lucky son of a bitches) and for those who have suffered through the moronic beats written by a 'touched' individual~ here are the lyrics...


What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little 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 ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I 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 u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ 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.
What u 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.
Cos 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 yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I 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.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma 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 u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ 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.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.


lyrics... yeah... thats what that was called!  hah!  i'm sure many of you agree... ghetto uneducated... ugh... this song just makes me so angry!  lol... my humps.. my humps... my lovely lady lumps... what the... what the... what the duce>?!


I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.


i'm sorry... your milk?  my cocoapuff?  lumps?  humps?  what kind of 4th grade retard wrote these lyrics?  please... if you are the author of this song... and your reading this.... take it as an insult.  if this is your part time job, dont quit your dayjob.  if this IS your dayjob, please find a new one... if you actually think your any good at this job... do us a favor... go play in traffic with a blindfold on...


jesus fucking christ man!  1 million sperm and you were the fastest?  come the fuck on!!!


/rant off

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