most vitriolic song ever

[ouchmonkey]

They've long grown out of the 'serial-killer/s&m' themed 'shock' stuff. The last two or three albums have had much more depth to the music and certainly to the lyrics.

Not in the ones you've chosen to quote which only tend to back up Dubversion's point

They're puerile twats still sat in the sandpit playing with their own shit and expecting us to care.

It's certainly not vitriolic.

I don't think 'A Prayer To God' is especially either, particularly compared to some of Albini's other stuff it always seemed, well, almost like a childish joke - does anyone know what I mean by that?

 

[strummerville]

Elvis Costello, king of the lyrical putdown, no one's perfected the curled sneer better.
I want you, Tramp the dirt down and Alison immediately come to mind but theres loads more.

 

[Bernie Gunther]

Elvis Costello, king of the lyrical putdown, no one's perfected the curled sneer better.
I want you, Tramp the dirt down and Alison immediately come to mind but theres loads more.

Elvis Costello has recorded dozens of real contenders for the title, even more fucked up twisted angry shit than Dylan in total probably. I'd say he, along with Mark E. Smith and Dylan in drunk and embittered mode during his heyday, and that one astounding Marianne Faithfull track are the leading contenders.

 

[Bernie Gunther]

Oh and John Lennon's "How Can You Sleep?" is pretty fucking bitter too.

 

[upsidedownwalrus]

Bloodhound Gang way underrated as far as I'm concerned, particularly in the UK.

Possibly, but that "You and me baby we aren't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel" is one of the worst lines ever, and put me off them...

 

[Deareg]

hit em up by tupac must be a contender, i am suprised that more rap songs have'nt been included

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

Verse One: Tupac

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck please
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus: Tupac & The Outlaws

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Verse Two: The Outlaws

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me
all you niggaz live in worry while you're fuckin with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Four:

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckinopinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' (.44 Magnum) make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on youmotherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it, fuck bad boys
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*
letras acima
buy cd
buy cds
lyrics

 

[phildwyer]

Sex Pistols, "New York," and Johnny Thunders' riposte, "London Boys."

http://www.punk77.co.uk/punkhistory/imitationsfromnewyork.htm

 

[888]

Small man, big mouth

Compete, compete, do it for the boys
Empty barrels make the most noise
You're always on the move
You've always got something to prove

What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it because you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you've got
You'll never get any more

You laugh at a man when he tries
You're trying to make up for your size
To you life is a rivalry
Keep a step ahead of me

SMALL MAN, BIG MOUTH

- Minor Threat

Is that about revol68?

 

[Flashman]

Elvis Costello - Tramp The Dirt Down (or Ode to Thatcher).

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child’s
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child’s lips

Well I hope I don’t die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh I’ll be a good boy, I’m trying so hard to behave
Because there’s one thing I know, I’d like to live
Long enough to savour
That’s when they finally put you in the ground
I’ll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When england was the whore of the world
Margeret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn’t
Haunted by every tiny detail
’cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it’s only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn’t angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you’ve only got the symptoms, you haven’t got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head’s like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think I’ll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
’cos when they finally put you in the ground
They’ll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

 

[redsquirrel]

Another cruel candidate from the Dylan vaults is the officially unreleased (last time I looked) and recorded while bitter, angry and drunk

She's Your Lover Now.

It's avaliable on Bootlegs vols 1-3 now.

 

[Bernie Gunther]

It's avaliable on Bootlegs vols 1-3 now.

Oh really, might have a look around for that. An old mate I haven't seen for years was part of the Wanted Man bootleg ... um .. I wanna say "cult" here. Did me a tape of some real gems, including the one I just mentioned.

I think it's a toss-up between that and "Idiot Wind" for nastiest Dylan song.

 

[ether]

yip, hip hop got personal vitriol locked.
check this out, Nas destroying Jay-Z with "Ether", from a couple of years ago. The red bit's where he really goes to town..

[gunshots]

[2pac sampled talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blown up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartelige
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the mu'fuckin ring

[Chorus]

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some well wishin', friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleepin'
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo, and his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live?

[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

[Chorus]

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

 

[tollbar]

Positevely 4th St still hits the button as far as I am concerned, Although you could add Like A Rolling Stone as a good contender.

 

[redsquirrel]

Oh really, might have a look around for that. An old mate I haven't seen for years was part of the Wanted Man bootleg ... um .. I wanna say "cult" here. Did me a tape of some real gems, including the one I just mentioned.

I think it's a toss-up between that and "Idiot Wind" for nastiest Dylan song.

There's a load of good stuff

1. Hard Times In New York Town
2. He Was A Friend Of Mine
3. Man On The Street
4. No More Auction Block
5. House Carpenter
6. Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
7. Let Me Die In My Footsteps
8. Rambling Gambling Willie
9. Talkin' Hava Negeilah Blues
10. Quit Your Low Down Ways
11. Worried Blues
12. Kingsport Town
13. Walking Down The Line
14. Walls Of Red Wing
15. Paths Of Victory
16. Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
17. Who Killed Davey Moore
18. Only A Hobo
19. Moonshine
20. When The Ship Comes In
21. Times They Are A Changin'
22. Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
23. Seven Curses
24. Eternal Circle
25. Suze (The Cough Song)
26. Mama You Been On My Mind
27. Farewell Angelina
28. Subterranean Homesick Blues
29. If You Gotta Go Go Now
30. Sitting On A Barbed Wire Fence
31. Like A Rolling Stone
32. It Takes A Lot To Laugh It Takes A Train To Cry
33. I'll Keep It With Mine
34. She's Your Lover Now
35. I Shall Be Released
36. Santa Fe
37. If Not For You
38. Wallflower
39. Nobody 'cept You
40. Tangled Up In Blue
41. Call Letter Blues
42. Idiot Wind
43. If You See Her Say Hello
44. Golden Loom
45. Catfish
46. Seven Days
47. Ye Shall Be Changed
48. Every Grain Of Sand
49. You Changed My Life
50. Need A Woman
51. Angelina
52. Someone's Got A Hold Of My Heart
53. Tell Me
54. Lord Protect My Child
55. Foot Of Pride
56. Blind Willie McTell
57. When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
58. Series Of Dreams

Who Killed Davey Moore is one of my favourites

 

[MightyAphrodite]

Clearly its this...a song of co-dependancy, stalker-ism, insanity and delusion!!!!!!....

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Just like me (Just like me)
They long to be
Close to you.

Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Hahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Lahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.

 

[billy_bob]

Elvis Costello, king of the lyrical putdown, no one's perfected the curled sneer better.
I want you, Tramp the dirt down and Alison immediately come to mind but theres loads more.

Thank you. When I started an identical thread a while ago (hurrah! does this mean I'm not a newbie anymore?) I proposed I Want You right at the start. Can't believe we had to wait three pages for it this time round. Some people wouldn't know good vitriol if it spat on them!

 

[fishfingerer]

yip, hip hop got personal vitriol locked.
check this out, Nas destroying Jay-Z with "Ether", from a couple of years ago. The red bit's where he really goes to town..

That just reminds me of the kind of stuff that used to go in the school playground. Without the guns obviously, big brothers were the thing back then.

 

[Dubversion]

i think hip -hop isn't mentioned much because the vitriol is never very convincing. in a world where having beefs is as much a part of the marketing drive as a promo video, it just doesn't particular hit you as all that heartfelt..

 

[belboid]

Thank you. When I started an identical thread a while ago (hurrah! does this mean I'm not a newbie anymore?) I proposed I Want You right at the start. Can't believe we had to wait three pages for it this time round. Some people wouldn't know good vitriol if it spat on them!

actually old fruit you started a 'most vicious love song' thread - completely different! well, quite different anyway.

vicious & vitriolic are NOT the same thing.

tho IWY does fit in both.

 

[Wintermute]

There's a Nasenbluten track called "Fuck Anna Woods" (an Australian girl who died in Ecstasy-related circumstances, similar story to Leah Betts in the UK). I'm not sure how much of it is just "lets see just how offensive a track we can make", but it's pretty caustic.

 

[ether]

That just reminds me of the kind of stuff that used to go in the school playground. Without the guns obviously, big brothers were the thing back then.

World class lyricists in your playground then, innit?

 

[Dubversion]

i'm not sure that was his point.

 

[ether]

i'm not sure that was his point.

Really?!

 

[Donna Ferentes]

They have been put right in the letters page today.

 

[belboid]

lordy, who could be such a pompus beast as to write such a thing?

 

[Donna Ferentes]

You ain't seen nothing yet. Did you see David Stubbs' piece on Sun Ra in last Saturday's Guide?

Dear David

With reference to your Sun Ra piece on Saturday. Were you aware that in the first sentence of the third paragraph, it took you fifty words to get to the main verb of the sentence? It’s not German you know.

 

[asbestos]

straight to the point : We Hate the Fucking NME - The Headcoates

A slow builder into one of the most vitriolic songs i've heard is Jerusalem by Simon Finn

 

[RubberBuccaneer]

I saw this the other night and thought of this thread, always liked these lines.

' Don't wanna be rich,
Don't wanna be famous,
But I'd really hate to have
The same name as you'!

 

[belboid]

You ain't seen nothing yet. Did you see David Stubbs' piece on Sun Ra in last Saturday's Guide?

Dear David

With reference to your Sun Ra piece on Saturday. Were you aware that in the first sentence of the third paragraph, it took you fifty words to get to the main verb of the sentence? It’s not German you know.

hehehe - tho taking an inordinate amount of time to get to the 'point' does seem quite fittin in an article about Sun Ra.

 

[Dubversion]

It most certainly does, and the first of those in particular. Actually I was just going to mention Reality Asylum.

of course, it would have been lovely to see my initial mention of Crass in this thread given credit in the press today.

blackguard