At least in covering an entire chorus in a song that is ostensibly not a cover (in the vein of Puff Diddy), he was able to break from a severe lyrical pre-occupation in all of the prior lyrics. That pre-occupation being, obviously, the roughly 1:1 ratio of the repetition of one word relative to one line in the song. And each line has about 3-4 words or something. Astounding. I can't believe millions went into the making of this.

I won't subject you all to the entire song, so here's the last part of The Sisters of Mercy's Dominion. Who wanted the Dylan references?

Some day, some day, some day, -Dominion
Some say prayers
Some say prayers
I say mine
I say mine
I say mine

We serve an old man in a dry season
A lighthouse keeper in the desert sun
Dreamers of sleepers and white treason
We dream of rain and the history of the gun
There's a lighthouse in the middle of Prussia
A white house in a red square
I'm living in films for the sake of Russia
A Kino Runner for the DDR
And the fifty-two daughters of the revolution
Turn the gold to chrome
A gift...nothing to lose
Stuck inside of Memphis with the mobile home, singin':

Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia rain down down down
Mother Russia
Mother Russia
Mother Russia rain down

A Kino Runner for the DDR? What... what the hell is that man on about?

The first verse of 'Life' by Des'ree is a classic of bad lyric discussion, and rightly so:

Des'ree wrote:I'm afraid of the dark
'specially when I'm in a park
And there no one else around,
Oh I get the shivers.
I don't want to see a ghost,
It's the sign that I fear most
I'd rather have a piece of toast and
Watch the evening news.

Chorus:
Life, oh life, oh life doo,
Doot doot dooo. Life, oh life, oh life,
Oh life doo doot doo.

I'm a superstitious girl
I'm tha worst in the world
Never walk under the ladders, I keep
A rabbit's tail. I'll take you up on the dare,
Anytime, anywhere; Name the place,
I'll be there, bungee jumping,
I don't care!

Chorus

So after all said and done
I know I'm not the only one
Life indeed can be fun, If you really want to.
Sometimes living out your dreams,
Ain't as easy as it seems
You wanna fly around the world,
In a beautiful balloon.

Chorus (x2)

Doo doot doo doot. Repeat
Oh, life, oh life. Repeat.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the EA Forum, Chris Martin wishes to put his penis in your mouth:

Coldplay-'Speed of Sound'

How long before I get in
Before it starts before I begin
How long before you decide or
Before I know what it feels like
Where to, where do I go?
If you never try then you'll never know
How long do I have to climb
Up on the side of this mountain of mine

Look up, look up at night
Planets are moving at the speed of light
Climb up, up in the trees
Every chance that you get is a chance that you seize
How long am I gonna stand
With my head stuck under the sand
I'll start before I can stop or
Before I see things the right way up

All that noise and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand

Ideas that you'll never find
All the inventors could never design
The buildings that you put up
Japan and China all lit up
The sign that I couldn't read
Or a light, that I couldn't see
Some things you have to believe
While others are puzzling, puzzling me

All that noise, and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Oh, when you see it then you'll understand

All these signs I knew what they meant,
Some things you can invent
Some get made and some get sent ooh

And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Oh, when you see it then you'll understand


By and large, I am a meek and gentle soul, but these lyrics, they make me want to puzzle his head with a hammer.

Bad lyrics are easy to find, and a potentially endless source of amusement for people with too much time on their hands (such as myself).

I bring you an excerpt from 'Revenge', by Papa Roach:

"Revenge
Remember the girl
Abused with forks, knives, and razor blades?
Remember the girl
Abused with forks, knives, and razor blades?
She finally left him
Had enough of her man's rage
Band-aids covered her scars she left him bloodied
Beat his ass with a bat
Face sunk in like silly putty
Y'all can sit back so I could study
Destruction of the family design
And how the morals of society decline
Essentially it’s beats to rhyme like grapes to wine

CHORUS:
It's alright
We're in love
Can't live with
Or without

You see she can't live with him
And can't live without him
Stress got her down she need to deal with the problem
As the drama gets deeper
I puff on the reefer
Took the last step and sent his ass to the reaper
Chaos, is what she saw in the mirror
Scared of herself and the power that was in her
It took over
And weighed heavy on her shoulder
Militant insanity is now what controlled her

CHORUS:
It's alright
We're in love
Can't live with
Or without
It's alright
We're in love
Can't live with
Or without

We’re in love
We’re in love

Kill it before it reaches you
Missiles won't work it's approaching the mainland
What if it reaches the metropolitan areas?
Cosmopolitan areas
Secure the lines and prepare for departure
Calm, calm, calm,
It is a, a big business
And seems to be
Advancing underground
Cuz my style yo, is underground
I'm green
With my red eyes mad tint
Flea fly flo
Rapido, rapido
She feed plentiful
Electrifying the nation
Electrifying the nation!

Don't you see that we’re in danger?
How will we stop it?
She is attacking
Don't you see that we are in danger?
How will we stop it?
She is attacking"

She is attacking, indeed.

Domestic Violence

(From the album "RZA AS BOBBY DIGITAL IN STEREO")


[Girl]
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit
your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
nigga, I'm the shit...

[RZA] (Girl)
What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, fuck you motherfucker)
You wish you could fuck
Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for making (???), bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the US highways
Fuck a new nigga every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C

'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

[RZA] [Girl]
But fuck it, yo
let me get this fucking phone
Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
Quit motherfuckers in our fucking
business. End the fuck, or I'll pull
the motherfucking chord out of the
Man, fuck that motherfucking socket.
Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker
Get the fuck out, I'm throwing
all the shit on the motherfucking
terrace, right now. I'm sick of
I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the
I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My
Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too
Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that
house man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all
these motherfuckers sleeping in the
fucking living room. My seeds run into
these motherfuckers, these niggaz are
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and
Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and
This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit.
Get these motherfuckers out this
Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck
girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-
You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab.
Come on you's a hoe!
you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle.
you'se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!
hoe! hoe! bastard!
fuck you!
hoe! you fucking bastard!
hoe! bastard! bastard!
fuck you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
bastard! bastard! bastard!
She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga
Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga
You're fucking stupid
You're fucking stupid
We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that
We'll be back motherfucker to call you back
'cause you ain't going to steal
this motherfucking phone

What the fuck? RZA wins in a landslide. This is the most nihilistic, misogynistic, hateful shit. Why do we stand for it being called hip-hop culture? There's nothing civilized about this.

I want to hear this song.

gjhardwick wrote:Domestic Violence

(From the album "RZA AS BOBBY DIGITAL IN STEREO")

good gawd...

did he smoke ODB's toenails before drooling out that fucking drivel?

I cannot think of worse lyrics than those by Mel C of the Spice Girls. I have only heard this song once, but so unbelievably shit were the lyrics that I've never forgotten it.

Mel C - If That Were Me

Where do they go and what do they do?
They're walking on by. They're looking at you
Some people stop, some people stare
But would they help you and do they care?

How did you fall?
Did you fall at all?
Are you happy where you are sleeping underneath the stars?
When it's cold is it your hope that keeps you warm?

A spare bit of change is all that I give
How is that gonna help when you've got nowhere to live?
Some turn away so they don't see
I bet you'd look if that were me

How did you fall?
Did you fall at all?
Is it lonely where you are sleeping in between parked cars?
When it thunders where do you hide from the storm?

Could you ever forgive my self-pity?
When you've got nothing and youire living on the streets of the city
I couldn't live without my phone
But you don't even have a home

How did we fall?
Can we get up at all?
Are we happy where we are on our lonely little star?
When it is cold is it your hope that keeps you warm?

Where do they go and what do they do?
They're walking on by. They're looking at you
They're walking on by. They're looking at you

how's about that good old charity-vomit warhorse, "Do They Know It's Christmas"? a bigger heap of condescending rockstar bullshit I cannot think of.

"We Are The World" also works too, come to think of it...