i don't get it

I love rock music. I do. But this?

WHAT THE HELL? I DON'T GET IT WHY DO YOU LIKE THIS??!?



It's schlocky and like... just bad. Mediocre. I get it everyone loves boobs. Hell I like boobs, but songs about boobs don't actually equate real boobs. Like listening to this song at your mom's house in the basement while you play Super Street Fighter II Turbo HD Remix is not going to make bountiful boobs appear in your life. All this song is going to do is give me a damn headache. And maybe cause nausea.

file this under useless

Nicki Minaj is useless.



Look I've done my tours of duty in top 40. And I LOVED IT. Some of my best times were working for the top 40 in SLO but you have got to be kidding me with this heap of crap. And Will.I.Am, we're all aware you like money now.

I can't even find rude enough words to talk about how much I want to pull my ears off and jab my eyes with a stick whenever I hear this heap of crap (which I am listening to now just for you guys.)

I hope the Buggles are making big cash for this.

I know I know, she's a FEMALE RAPPER and she's all POWERFUL and I should support but no, this is just crap. Sorry Nicki...

THESE WORDS HURT MY FEELINGS

"Check it Out"

[Will.i.am]

Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hating naggers ain’t got nothing on me.
Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you lick and roll it you get super OG
Mine is always ? cause I'm fly, fly, fly
Dummies they can’t touch me cause I'm floating sky high
I stay nigga-rific you don’t need to ask why
You can try and see with your eyes

[Bridge]
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing.
This club is heating, this party’s blazing.
I can’t believe it, this beat is banging.
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe i-it.

[Chorus]
(Hey) Check It Out (x10)
(Yeah yeah, I’m feeling it now-ow)
Check It Out (x3)

[Nicki Minaj]
Stepped up in the party like my name was “that b***h”.
All these haters mad because I’m so established.
They know I’m a beast, yeah I’m a f**king savage
Haters you can kill yourself.
In my space shuttle and I’m not coming down
I’m a stereo and she’s just so monotone
Sometimes it’s just me and all my bottles all alone
I ain’t coming back this time.

[Chorus]
(Hey) Check It Out (x10)
(Yeah yeah, I’m feeling it now-ow)
Check It Out (x3)
Check this mother-f**ker OUT!
It got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this…

The DunDun
The sun done
Yep, the sun done
Came up, but we still up in dungeon
The DunDun
Yep, in London
Competition, why yes I would love some
How the f**k they get mad cause they run done.
Mad cause I’m getting money in abundance
Man I can’t even count all of these hundreds
Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest
F**k my nemesis
Exclamation… just for emphasis
And I don’t sympathize, cause you a simple b***h
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh*t
And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled b***h

We just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank we be getting top dollar
I’m a big baller,
You a little smaller
Step up to my level, you need to grow a little taller
I’m shot caller
Get up off my collar
You a Chihuahua
I’m a Rottweiler

[Bridge]
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing.
I can’t believe it, this beat is banging.
I can’t believe it, it’s so amazing.
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe i-it.

[Chorus]
(Hey) Check It Out (x10)
Check It Out (x3)