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Archive for December 10th, 2008

Is That Music In My Ear Or Is It Blood?

Posted by mikenopolis on December 10, 2008

Justin Yu of CNET’s “The 404” posted this link on twitter:

Apparently I underestimated the quantity of bad music out there when I ranted about M.I.A.’s Flying Planes “song” a few months ago. These kids calling themselves Brokencyde are obviously trying too hard to not look like the dweebs that they are, you know the ones that hang out in their parents’ basement kissing a bowl of jello (whoa flashback!).

Here’s my verdict on their musical abilities: The beat is somewhat catchy, they look like crap, their voices are over synthesized throughout the entire song. The lyrics are dumb and seriously does not match them (It’s like Mike Tyson, looks powerful, packs a hell of a punch, then he talks…).

Seriously boys, these types of songs (the sound, not the lyrics) should be left for The Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus or the likes. Brokencyde looks punk rock,  sounds pop. They talk about clubbing but doesn’t even look old enough to smoke. They talk about rollin’ on 20’s but probably drives their mom’s minivan.

So now I add Brokencyde to my list of “artists” I wish a violent death upon… okay, maybe going too far…God, please poke them in the eye with a stick or something for me.


Here are the lyrics:

Brokencyde – Freaxxx

I walk into the club looking kind of sexy now.
I see these shorties in the corner, they started making out.
They pull their panties down, they take their pants off.
Then they started getting freaky on the dance floor.
Shake it mommy give it to me like you need some love.
I got some bottles in the caddy that we can open up.
Let’s get drunk tonight, baby we don’t have to f***.
And bring your friend along, maybe we can have some fun.

Lets get freaky now, lets get f***ing freaky now. [x4]

I got these b****** all tipsy trying to sex me.
I know they want it, alcoholics are some sex freaks.
This ex and chronic gots me wanting to get messy.
So lets get messy girls, come on lets go get messy girls.

Come on b****, you know you want this.
That hardcore s*** will make you feel the toxic.
Versace, Rolex watches.
Bentley coupes with the 20’s droppin.
Convertible top, and the wheels spin.
I can taste that ice when my grill is in.
If you want me baby feel me in.
’cause I don’t waste my time with lesbians.

Lets get freaky now, lets get f***ing freaky now. [x4]

Liar! [x8]

Oh baby why did you have to lie to me.
I can’t play no more games.
These thoughts are slowly controlling me.
You’re turning off the flame.
So go baby go baby.
You don’t want me.
So go baby go baby.
Come and get me.
So go baby go baby.
You don’t want me.
So go baby go!
Come and get me.

Lets get freaky now, lets get f***ng freaky now. [x4]

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