Dear Fellow Cunters, I invite you to compare and contrast the following:
Sometimes I wonder how I spend
The lonely night
Dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust…
(“Stardust” Carmichael & Parish)
and
Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
Rockstar life, so much money it’ll make you laugh, hey
These bitches they hate and you can’t miss what you never had
Hey, hey
Off the juice (juice), codeine got me trippin’ (juice)
Copped the coupe (coupe), woke up, roof is missing (yeah)
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
Ice (ice), lemonade, my neck was drippin’
(“Lemonade” by Internet Money, collective)
We may wonder why the world is being fucked over by every kind of cunt imaginable, In my opinion the “Music Business” can take a large share of the blame. An industry that once promoted some of the most wonderful and accessible poetry about the human condition and music that lifted the spirits of generations, has transformed into a gravy train for cunts that have dedicated themselves to eulogising sexual assault, drug taking and general criminality.
The yoof are too busy aping these morons to realise they are the being royally fucked over by monsters for whom the Internet Money collective and their fellow artistes are simply useful idiots. To the “Music Business” – go fuck yourselves you turd peddling cunts.
Nominated by: Twenty Thousand Cunts Under the Sea