OPEN POST: Popular Songs You Hate: Name At Least 5 up to 10 WITH The Video Or We Won't Believe You!

I could fill Tower Records-RIP-with the songs I hate. I hate so many songs that I could play music nonstop for a week and never repeat them. My friend played a joke on me and sent me a playlist of songs that made me want to hurt people the first time I heard them; by the third, I contemplated a prolific career as a serial murderer. This topic may appear in many forms again, so if you can't think of 10 now, don't worry your pretty little head because I'll be back. Does anyone else remember Tower Records? SF? LA on Sunset and NYC. 

Not in any particular order:

Shut the fuck up, Sisqo. I have seen you in person, and it ain't no ladies

thongs you are interested in. Boys in thongs, sure, girls? GTFOH.

Bootleg Eddie Vedder and generic 90s watered down quasi post-grunge.

I wish I could kick their asses for being so nothing and a waste of sound. 

Everyone goes on and on about Christina A's singing, but she hollers and 

over-sings on most of her songs and does far too many runs. The video is tacky

w/Missy Elliot doing her best Diddy impression and a complete waste of Li'l

Kim. And Mya. Does anyone know where she is? Is she okay? Please 

check on Mya because she hasn't been seen since 2007. I couldn't sing

a single verse of a Pink song, but I am 100 percent fine with it. I don't know her. 

Just saying...no need to do some overwrought, abused version. These ladies

 had it covered, and it didn't make my eardrums collapse and weep. 

Because I love you, I made it small. No need

to make it worse. So much to say, yet Not. Don't absorb it. Rebuke it 

in the name of Kurt Cobain. Plus dude is fug on a fuglystick.

I am afraid to say their name. Like if I do, these motherfuckers might 

pop up out of thin air and play a song or worse, two or three. And then 

what? War crimes, that's what. Canada, you have a lot to answer for, 

such as moose pie, curling, Beiber, those Paul Bunyan statues, 

and this atrocity. Weapons of Mass Destruction in musical form, just put 

these bitches on the border, and it will create an impenetrable

force field that no man shall get beyond. Who needs an army? 

I wish they got knocked down and stayed there so we wouldn't have to hear

this overplayed dumbass song ever again. Mother Mary made sure we were

tortured only once by these one-hit wonders. I am so grateful I might even 

become a Catholic nun and devote my tawdry life to the Holy Ghost.

I will be right back. I need to find my will to live. 

Friends, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. I have been counting since

1998. The beginning of this song reminds me of diving for the remote to press mute

and change the channel before rage set in. I hated that show, and I still hate 

that show, and when people say remember when Joey did...No fucker I don't. I 

don't know who Ross did this to or who Rachel did that with. Those are not pop culture

references for me. The quips, the laugh track, the ridiculous haircut every Basic white

girl wore. Rachel, in her 20s, is now Karen, in her 40s. 

Okay, Gen Xers, explain this to me. Why? What were you people thinking? If

you blame 80s drugs, I can understand. I tried to forgive you for Marjorie Taylor

Green, I attempted to with Elon; I wanted to forget you harbor the most significant number of 

MAGA fools in the US. On that score...what were they like in high school? Rancid larvae?

Did you know then that the guy with the mullet and distressed jeans was Matt Gaetz?

Did you know? Could have done us a solid and taken him out. 

Is it this Bobby Mcwhoever's fault? Did Don't Worry Be Happy cause deep psychosis in 40 percent of y'all. You talk about us, Millennials, but this little crappy ditty is all on you. I love you, but I would like a word. I don't want to be happy; I want to break a bottle and stab tiny, annoying black men for revenge.

What a stupid song with stupid people with stupid lyrics with stupid posturing that

produced a stupid couple who stupidly hooked up twice and made a stupid movie

who are stupid older people, still super stupid and behave stupider than stupid even 

now, after a stupid second hook-up and a very, very stupid divorce. 

I let the dogs out, hoping the big ones were mean and fast and could catch you before

you made this asinine song. 

I mean...greasier than an oil spill, nastier than two-week-old bowling ally fry grease, 

more disgusting than Jessica Diane's toe jam, like ass crust had a baby at a 2 

dollar truckstop in the middle of Arkansas and left it there to be raised by

a three-legged hooker with too much DNA. I give you this...your future husband.

HONORABLE MENTION

Come on, jam it out! You know you want to. 17 million views. It doesn't

qualify, really, but that's 16 million, 999 thousand views too many. Sing it

Paris! Sing your little heart out. Or what would be your heart if you had one. 

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