Wackest Verse in Hit Record History

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Theres a lot that come to mind but I'm gonna say the entire juvenile back that a$$ up song since it just came on.

One of the worst shyts I ever heard in my life, especially wayne and manny
 

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fukking problems
Freaks
Pop that
Stay scheming
Ain't worried but nothin
Ocho cinco

Ctfu you naming his own songs :dead:


Nelly - E.I

just horrible lyrics

I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)
High saddity and city, with one or two clothes
I'm draftin 'em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo', and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line
I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind
It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shyt about the 'tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bytch got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin shyt like this
Should we apologize? Nah fukk 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'night

[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nikka
Money long, nikka
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nikka
Some say I'm wrong, but fukk it I'm grown, nikka
If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nikka
I'm flashy (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asian
Another one pagin, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the wee hours
Kicked the bytch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky
Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY!
Yo shut up
One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor
Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more
Like she a groupie and I ain't even on tour
Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore
Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores
Bottom of the nineth and a nikka gotta score
If not I gotta move on to the next whore

Here comes the three to the two, to the one
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun
When it come to pop, we do shyt for fun
You ain't got one? nikka you better run
Now I'm in the back gettin' head from a hun
While she goin' down I'm braggin' on what I done
She smokin' my blunt sayin' she ain't havin' fun
bytch give it back now you don't get none

I can't fukk with yall lol...I mean it wasn't BARs but this goes still

Oh shyt i got a good one. What about the last nikka on "Move That Dope" that no one knows is there because they cut his shyt every time they play it :pachaha:



shyt still has me dying to this day lol


lmaoooo they used to do that nikka Casino dirty :russ: His verses trash but I liked it. I guess cause of the yelling
 
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Nelly - E.I

just horrible lyrics

I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)
High saddity and city, with one or two clothes
I'm draftin 'em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo', and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line
I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind
It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shyt about the 'tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bytch got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin shyt like this
Should we apologize? Nah fukk 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin tonight?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'night

[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nikka
Money long, nikka
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nikka
Some say I'm wrong, but fukk it I'm grown, nikka
If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nikka
I'm flashy (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asian
Another one pagin, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the wee hours
Kicked the bytch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky
Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY!
:dahell:
Nelly laced all three verses up so nice you don't fukk hoes it's obvious
 

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This got to be one of THE FIRST rap songs I saw people trying not to :lolbron::russ::bryan: at while dancing to the shyts. I remember when it came out I was in Florida on a cruise and the DJ just played the Instrumental version after the first night and adlibbed bullshyt on it the othernights.

Worst Era of Hiphop. J Kwon was the definition of Hopscotch, jump rope rap.
 
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