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“Music” That Makes Me Want To Stab Myself In The Ear With a Spoon

Posted by mikenopolis on October 6, 2008

During my daily long commute to and from work, I usually listen to podcasts of my favorite talk radio program, Frosty, Heidi & Frank (FHF) who are on around noon on 97.1FM here in Southern California. I have over 80GB of music in my collection, but FHF’s funny rambling keeps me awake driving at 5:30 in the morning.

This morning I forgot to grab my iPod and drove for an hour radio station surfing and heard a very annoying song by M.I.A. called “Flying Planes”

This woman belongs in the same genre as Soulja Boy Tell’em. These little pieces of turd definitely didn’t see MTV when they still had music videos. Their noise is GARBAGE, I’d rather listen to K’Fed and Marky Mark sing an Opera. What the hell is M.I.A “singing” anyway? If I had gotten into a collision, I would’ve sued her, her producer, the distributor and the radio station. I want to stab myself in the ear and scoop out the part of the brain that controls memory and hearing….now I also want to scoop out my eyes because I just read the lyrics….WHAT!?!??!?!?!??!?!????!??????!?!!?!?!?!?!? Why am I not making music and getting paid?

***M.I.A. – Flying Planes***

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner we’re making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name

Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner we’re making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bones
Running when we hit ’em
Lethal poison through their system

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bones
Running when we hit ’em
Lethal poison through their system

No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already goin hard just pumping that gas

No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already goin hard just pumping that gas

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business
YOU ARE ALREADY ARE!

Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAA CHING!)
And take your money

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And a (KKKAAA CHING!)
And take your money

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