So, Ke€ha has continued to release absolutely abysmal "songs", and by songs I mean she takes pretty much the same choon as she used in "TikTok" and talk something new over it. Not sing, talk. Here is a breakdown of her latest masterpiece. Blah, Blah, Blah.
"Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah."
This is a very long winded way of saying "you're talking." Which, ironically, is what she is doing.
"Zip your lips like a padlock"
When did anyone ever see a padlock that had a zip? What shit padlock that would be. "Where's my bike?" "Oh yeah, that tramp unzipped the padlock and rode off with it. You really should invest in a key.." "Yeah, my button up front door isn't too secure either.."
"and meet me at the back With the jack and the jukebox."
The back of where? And is this the same Jack that you brushed your teeth with in TikTok?
"I don't really care where you live at, just turn around boy and let me hit that."
We're what, 4 lines into this song and she's already told a potentially homeless person that she'll hit that. What a sell out!
"Don't be a little bitch with your chit-chat,"
Oh, ok. It's a girl she's been talking to! Sorry, chit-chatting at.
"Just show me where your dick's at."
WHAT?! Sorry.. lets just look at that line one more time. Yes, she definately does say that. God, what a whore. Plus, she should know where his dick is at if she's done basic biology. uman biology of course, flowers don't have dicks.
"Music Starts."
Yes, she actually says this in the song too. She informs people listening to her music, that the music has started. This is kinda reminiscent of her telling people what their body parts do.
"Listen hot stuff, I'm in love"
Well, I suppose that's a little bit romantic.. kinda.
"With this song."
Oh, wait no. She's in love with her own, what can be loosely called a 'song'. Her modesty never ends.
"So just hush baby shut up. Heard enough."
I like how she starts with hush baby, which is almost cute. But then she just tells him to shut up. I assume she hasn't heard her own voice yet, or she'd wanna shut up too. Maybe the aforementioned 'dick' what she be looking for would shut her up. If placed in her mouth. And replaced with a taser.
"Stop ta-ta-talking that, blah blah blah"
Oh. I thought she was the one talking? How strange..
"Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah."
Seriously, she just asked to see my dick earlier! What a headfuck!
"Not in the back of my car-a-ar-ar."
Haha, she sounds like a pirate. Also, she can't drive a car, she's talentless. And it's covered in the record producers she had to slaughter to get the contract on this album.
"If you keep talking that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah."
Her ability to write deep and meaningful lyrics astounds me. Look at the use of the language there.
"Boy come on get your rocks off,"
Jeez, she just said that I wouldn't get it in the back of her car-a-ar-ar, I was talking that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. I'm never gonna get my rocks off, she's just a tease.
"Come put a little love in my glove box."
I saw a documentary on channel 5 once about a man who was caught shagging his car. Is this what she means? Or just she just have a fanny so prolapsed that it needs a door?
"Wanna dance with no pants on. (Holler)"
I assume that this is the America version of pants, and not that she's just flashing her fanny with door? Also, she does say holler here, like she's happy that she's naked on behalf of everyone.
"Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox."
Again, she's back on the JD, hopefully with coke. Or maybe she's now wearing Jack Wills?
"So cut to the chase kid. 'Cos I know you don't care what my middle name is."
Don't call me a kid. You're the one acting like a total flap head. Also. Your middle name is "dollar". Ke-dollar-ha.
"I wanna be naked, and you're wasted."
You're so fucking classy.
Now she repeats her lazy lyrics chorus. You know, that blah-nah-car-a-ar-ar part-art-art. Then it goes onwards to the 3Oh!3 part, which I was gonna overlook, but I've decided to go at it, purely for some also terrible lyrics..
"You be delayin', you won't be sayin' some shizz."
For all of you who thought that Ke£ha's lyrics were poor, this is what 3Oh!6 treat us to;
"You say I'm playin', I'm not layin' that bitch."
Ah, so we're all in agreement now. No one is sleeping with anyone, Quiche-a has been leading someone on, who doesn't even wanna sleep with her!
"Sayin' blah-blah-blah, 'cos I don't care who you are."
Also, doesn't seem to care for the letter 'n'.
"In this bar, it only matters who I is."
Ha! Oh this sentence is just terrible. It only matters who I is? There wasn't even a need for 'is' instead of 'am'. It's not like it enhanced a rhyme! Just being 'cool' and failing. Failing I say!
Anyway, after an extended "issssssssssssssssss" with a vocal changed to not a human voice, Kipper sings the chorus again-ain-ain.
Then again.
And once more for luck.
Then, thankfully, the song ends. What the hell is her issue? Has no one told her that she doesn't sing in her songs? Why is she such a total slut? Which music censor said this crude song would be suitable for the radio?
All of these questions, and more will be answered never. However, I'm sure I'll get another go at ripping her 'moosacks' to pieces with her latest song.. something to look forward to.
I'll do another one of the random photo blogs soon.
Love to all, hate to some, Ke$ha's glovebox for me. xx
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