Music Sucks

I’d like to start right off the bat by admitting that I have no musical talent whatsoever. Despite the fact that I’ve been playing musical instruments since I was 10 and I was a founding member of the greatest band to ever leave SLHS (“The Mildreds”), I write music and songs with the proficiency of Miley Cyrus.

By my own admission I can’t write for shit. Just look at the abomination I wrote yesterday. But I can rip stuff off.

Here, for the first time ever, I’m going to write a song that I’ve Frankensteined together from other songs. But not just other songs: other shittier songs. Will this score be greater than the sum of its parts? Or am I just collecting shit-animals to put on my shit-ark? I don’t know I haven’t “written” it yet.

"Yo VIP let's kick it

Ice ice baby (x2)

All right stop collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop yo I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance go rush to the speaker that booms

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
In the name of the witch

I cut the head off a mule I gutted it out

Put it on and then I wore it to school

That ain't the only thing I wore

I wore a clip and some rounds

A fuckin killa with this mule head

And I'm clippin' em down
I'm falling

Every way I turn the same disease

But I like it

Brace myself and hit the wall with ease

Colliding I'm not minding the pain

I've been down here before

All my bones and joints are sore

Find my way out of the wreck again

I've been down here before

Lost myself and so much more

Find my way out of the game again

Open up my head and take it in
And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague

Haunting mass appeal

It's not like you to say sorry

I was waiting on a different story

This time I'm mistaken

for handing you a heart worth breaking

and I've been wrong, i've been down,

to the bottom of every bottle

these five words in my head

scream "are we having fun yet?"

No no no

You don't love me and I know now

No no no

You don't love me so let me go now

(I can't let you go, can't let you go)

If you ask me, baby

I shoulda left you along time ago, no
He was a sk8er boi

She said see you later boy

He wasn't good enough for herS

he had a pretty face

But her head was up in space

She need to come back down to earth

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distanceand spaces between us

You have come to show you go on.

Near,Far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on"

I’d like to thank Vanilla Ice, Insane Clown Posse, Finger Eleven, Incubus, Nickelback, Rihanna, Avril Lavigne and Celine Dion for being such huge assholes and shitting up the music world. Without you this abomination would not have been possible.