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Best use of swearing in a song
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Pendulum - blood sugar, cracks me up EVERY time.
Although a lot of the music I listen to has some pretty epic swearing. Metal, basicaly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXRnkMqcMic
Although a lot of the music I listen to has some pretty epic swearing. Metal, basicaly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXRnkMqcMic
Big Man with a Gun - Nine Inch Nails [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OsBJXJsnzc]
I am a big man
(Yes I am)
And I've got a big gun
Got me a big old Dick and I
I like to have fun
Held against your forehead
I'll make you suck it
Maybe I'll put a hole in your head
You know, just for the fuck of it
I can reduce you if I want
I can devour
I'm hard as fucking steel, and I got the power
I'm every inch of a man, and I'll show you somehow
Me and my fucking gun
Nothing can stop me now
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Me and my fucking gun
Me and my fucking gun
Me and my fucking gun
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun
(Yes I am)
And I've got a big gun
Got me a big old Dick and I
I like to have fun
Held against your forehead
I'll make you suck it
Maybe I'll put a hole in your head
You know, just for the fuck of it
I can reduce you if I want
I can devour
I'm hard as fucking steel, and I got the power
I'm every inch of a man, and I'll show you somehow
Me and my fucking gun
Nothing can stop me now
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
I'm going to come all over you
Me and my fucking gun
Me and my fucking gun
Me and my fucking gun
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun (My fucking gun)
Me and my fucking gun
Why has nobody mentioned Radiohead's creep yet?
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special...
If you're an Air Force junkie, then This. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__s4OMTVyhI&feature=related] Period. 
I believe the answer to the threat title is Gimme The Loot by Biggie Smalls
And the award for gratuitous swearing goes to Whitehouse...
And oddest sweary lyrics ever to The Locust
Yeah. motherfuckers better know... huh, huh. lock your windows,
Close your doors. biggie smalls, huh...yeah.
Verse one:
My man inf left a tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of 93
Im ready to get this paper, g, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kind of tight
And Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket thats fat the tec is to his back
Word is bond, Im a smoke him yo dont fake no moves (what? )
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you aint got to explain shit
Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfuckers sure to die
Thats my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing its so hard...
Yes, love love youre fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy thats the nigga thats getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then Im dipping up the block and Im robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldnt give fuck if youre pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant
Im slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is real
When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cos mom duke aint giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
Verse two:
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
And Im shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Dont let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath
Youre talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Dont be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers dont have better
Rolex watches and colourful swatches
Im digging in pockets, motherfuckers cant stop it
Man, niggaz come through Im taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her Im taking her door knockers
And if shes resistant baka! baka! baka!
So go get your man ***** he can get robbed too
Tell him biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or Im a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker wont forget it
Verse three:
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at? ) in the isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking c.r.e.a.m
And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking ***** in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, shorty, let me do that...
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The ***** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, fool
They aint gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
(so why the fuck he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, aint trying to see central booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass cos I aint with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, cos Im about to shoot
A true ************ going out for the loot
Close your doors. biggie smalls, huh...yeah.
Verse one:
My man inf left a tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of 93
Im ready to get this paper, g, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pockets looking kind of tight
And Im stressed, yo biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket thats fat the tec is to his back
Word is bond, Im a smoke him yo dont fake no moves (what? )
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you aint got to explain shit
Ive been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfuckers sure to die
Thats my word, nigga even try to bogart
Have his mother singing its so hard...
Yes, love love youre fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy thats the nigga thats getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then Im dipping up the block and Im robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldnt give fuck if youre pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 mom pendant
Im slamming niggaz like shaquille, shit is real
When its time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cos mom duke aint giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, Im dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking angel dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
Im all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
Verse two:
Big up, big up, its a stick up, stick up
And Im shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup
Dont let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending mom duke a wreath
Youre talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Dont be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
Before you find out how blue steel feel
From the beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers dont have better
Rolex watches and colourful swatches
Im digging in pockets, motherfuckers cant stop it
Man, niggaz come through Im taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her Im taking her door knockers
And if shes resistant baka! baka! baka!
So go get your man ***** he can get robbed too
Tell him biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or Im a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker wont forget it
Verse three:
Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at? ) in the isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the beem, you grab the fucking c.r.e.a.m
And if he start to scream bam! bam!, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking ***** in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, shorty, let me do that...
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The ***** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(oh shit! the cops!) be cool, fool
They aint gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
(so why the fuck he keep lookin? ) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, aint trying to see central booking
Oh shit, now he lookin in my face
You better haul ass cos I aint with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, cos Im about to shoot
A true ************ going out for the loot
And the award for gratuitous swearing goes to Whitehouse...
You look like a fucking bat, you old slut
I really loathe vulgarity, so common
Your disgraceful cellulitus
You?ll never be the same again
Fucking stereotype
You take just like a ****
**** fucks just like a ****
You ache just like a ****
You break just like a ****
A **** like you
Fucking stereotype
Listen to the sound of being alive
Look at yourself, ****
Wrap up
Pull yourself together
You?re a fucking mess
You?re a fucking disgrace
****
And still you?re saying nothing happened?
While that dog looks at you
He?s glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage
Wizening old tit
Attraction
You must be fucking joking, ****
And as for those ridicolous shoes
Always too much perfume
Always too much plaster
Yes, that dog looks at you
In fascinated repulsion
Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted
Because nothing in the world could possibly compare
To holding
His sweet little daughter?s hand
Could it?
****
I really loathe vulgarity, so common
Your disgraceful cellulitus
You?ll never be the same again
Fucking stereotype
You take just like a ****
**** fucks just like a ****
You ache just like a ****
You break just like a ****
A **** like you
Fucking stereotype
Listen to the sound of being alive
Look at yourself, ****
Wrap up
Pull yourself together
You?re a fucking mess
You?re a fucking disgrace
****
And still you?re saying nothing happened?
While that dog looks at you
He?s glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage
Wizening old tit
Attraction
You must be fucking joking, ****
And as for those ridicolous shoes
Always too much perfume
Always too much plaster
Yes, that dog looks at you
In fascinated repulsion
Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted
Because nothing in the world could possibly compare
To holding
His sweet little daughter?s hand
Could it?
****
And oddest sweary lyrics ever to The Locust
Santa Claus hijack, fuck-a-rama
always getting a good look
at the meat rack
Before shooting blanks into a loaded crowd
Hypothetical hunger is not directly proportional to hypothetical appetite
always getting a good look
at the meat rack
Before shooting blanks into a loaded crowd
Hypothetical hunger is not directly proportional to hypothetical appetite
[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, *****, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!
[Chorus]
Now go to sleep *****!
Die, ************, die! Ugh, time's up, *****, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, *****! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep *****! (what?)
Die ************ die, bye, bye, ************, bye, bye!
Go to sleep *****! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die ************, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep *****!
[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseein the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
All you motherfuckers! take that!
Here, take this too, *****! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!
We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you!
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, *****, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, *****, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, *****, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!
[Chorus]
Now go to sleep *****!
Die, ************, die! Ugh, time's up, *****, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, *****! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep *****! (what?)
Die ************ die, bye, bye, ************, bye, bye!
Go to sleep *****! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die ************, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep *****!
[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
We lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseein the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth
[Chorus]
[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
All you motherfuckers! take that!
Here, take this too, *****! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!
We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you!
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, *****, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, *****, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
Some of the most swearing I have heard
Reallt surprised Family Reunion by Blink 182 [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBIID49cMI0] hasn't been said already.
