Lyrics in 2012 : The Sequel

Right, it’s time I took this whore down a few pegs. Rihanna is a gajillionaire for some ungodly reason and every single day I have to put up with her bullshit. Having to listen to the radio all day at work means I have my fair share of run ins with her “music”…this infuriates me something fierce.

I heard this song today and il be honest I pulled 87% of my hair out. I cannot understand why people (5 year old girls, drunk 18year old girls and gay guys) like this garbage. It really bugs me that not only is this stuff beyond meaningless but it is never off the radio. I realise her brand of afterbirth disguised as music is not aimed at me but Jumpin Jesus Christ I have to listen to this shit every single day…I hate Irish radio.

So without further whatchamacallit here is the chart topping, generation defining, whore creating, manbits craved skankola masterpiece Rihanna with her smash hit “Talk That Talk”. (By the way…this song had 8 writers…I’m deadly serious look it up. I took 8 people to write this, i honestly am not joking. It’s true. Fair enough it’s 8 people credited but still…) It also features JAY-Z to lubricate the whole meal.

Rihanna
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah

Jay-Z
I be trying to chill, bitches wanna fuck me
Every little city I go, fuck me
Shawty must’ve heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like “oh I gotta pee”
Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
God I have the ticket for a walk through
Everything that do is big
I talk big money, I talk big homes
I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome
Million dollar voice, came through phone
We heading to the top, if you coming, come on
I’m Flying out to Pisa, just to get some pizza
Fly down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefa
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other niggas speak up
What’s up

Rihanna
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Say what you want, say you want you like
Say you want me to do and I got you
Tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you

I’mma get it right on the first try for you
Cause you ain’t never had a woman like me, yeah
And you will never have another like me, yeah
Noooooo
So I’ma give it to you baby

One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby

What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby

One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah

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Yeah, shit, mutha fuckah yeah. I think what Rihanna is trying to say here is that she enjoys counting to the number four and LOVES when boys talk to her about it…all night long. You see poor aul Rihanna has trouble with the basic functions even a child could master…like counting past the number four without assistance. That’s why she needs her gentleman caller to encourage her to burst through that “counting past four” glass ceiling all night long.

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She regularly fails when she gets to the number four and thats why she needs to request that her gentleman “give it to me baby”…the it is the number 5. It must be tough being her. Judging by her highly intelligent and non repetitive lyrics written by somebody else she spends her nights coaxing gentleman to talk that talk to her considering she can’t spell the letter T.

I find that reading the lyrics of awful “songs” highlights how fucking stupid they really are. Rihanna is a disease on the intelligence of the planet sure, but in terms of the person maybe she is not. She is simply a human vessel for a cash starved record company. She is not human, she is a product very similar to a beaker filled with a chemical that induces the effects of anthrax and smallpox. She is that pimple on your nose before a night out when you’re 15. She is the text message you get from your TV provider to tell you your bill is on the way. She is the gone off bread in your press and the reason there is clearly no god. But maybe that is not her fault.

Maybe Rihanna once wanted to be a respected singer in modern music and she was forced in to this role? I don’t know the girl so I’m basing my opinions on the mental torment her highly lucrative anthrax-tunes have caused me. What I don’t get is why more people don’t see this? She is in autotune all the time…anybody can do that. She is simply the face of a black hearted enterprise hell bent on ruining the music industry.

She is just a puppet for record executive big-wigs that only care about dragging money from Steve Jobs grave. Albums don’t come in to this sort of garbage…it’s all about that 99c iTunes purchase. The album might be €5.99 but these idiots that listen to it will download 7 or 8 rihanna abortions rather than paying less for the album.

Much like Nintendo, the large record companys have spotted that the general public are beyond impressionable so they prey on the weak, dimwitted and the folk easily parted with their money. In the same vein as Nintendo…why would they bother being creative anymore when stupid people are a far more lucrative market?

I hate this world and everything it stands for. You know when you hear a really good song on the radio and it’s all you can talk about for the day? There’s a reason…

I have spoken,
Steve

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