The Most Retarded Black Eyed Peas Lyrics
By Ian Fortey
Tracking down the most retarded lyrics in the Black Eyed Peas songbook is a bit like finding a jackass at the FOX network. It seems to be so simple at first, but then you have no idea where to begin. A good example of what I mean can be seen right here;
I’m on the supersonic boom
Y’all hear the space shit zoom
Electric shock, energy like a million watts,
Space be boom and the speakas pop,
Futuristic musically
Mind will fold with energy
From the soul we sonically
Sub-sonic mega bolt base from the kickin’
Those are four lyrics from four different songs. What do they have in common aside from being mostly gibberish? They read like something L. Ron Hubbard would have danced to and have inherently no meaning beyond sounding vaguely space-aged. Those four songs are on the same damn album. These people literally have nothing to say. But despite that, I jumped in and tried to find the dumbest thing they’ve ever said. Sadly, this list is not comprehensive. I can’t very well just post the lyrics to all their songs. But it’s a start.
The Song – Hands up
The Lyrics – Let me fuck up your ear till my sperm is up
The Reason – What the fuck does that even mean? And if it means anything like what it sounds like it means, fuck you. Fuck each and every black eyed pea in the band. You don’t cum in someone’s ear, man. You’ll get ear herpes. Or worse. Hitler ear AIDS. No one wants that.
And even aside from the basic logistics of what I assume is being proposed here, the awkward wording makes this pretty much preposterous. Till my sperm is up? Does that indicate Will.i.am or whoever graced us with those lyrics has some kind of spermeter that needs to build up to an appropriate level (based on time, pressure, viscosity or whatever) before he’s able to spooge? I don’t need to know that.

DURRR!!
The Song – My Humps
The Lyrics – I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, Milky, milky cocoa
The Reason – Because I don’t know what this means and the only things I can imagine are far stupider than what it must really mean because there’s no way these lyrics are as stupid as they sound. If they were that stupid, someone at the record label would have had to have said “Hey guys, this part here about the cocoa puffs, it makes you sound like you should all be wearing helmets and biting each other.”
The Song – my Humps
The Lyrics - What you gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans?
The Reason – My God but this song sucks. Is there ever a scenario in real life when someone would ask this question of another human being? How is it ok to say this in a song when, if you said this to someone in real life, you might actually give them a nosebleed from trying to determine whether to be offended or whether you need your meds? This is literally one of the dumbest fuck things I have ever heard. And then the second part, the clarification of where the ass is located, in case we’re dealing with two complete idiots (and we are, arguably, since Fergie is responding) just plummets this whole thing into a toilet of despair and dumbfuckery. Hey, what’s with that ass? By that I mean the ass you seem to be keeping in your pants. Yes, that’s the ass I mean. Do you have plans for that ass?
The Song – My Humps
The Lyrics – What you gon’ do wit all that breast? All that breast inside that shirt?
The Reason - I can’t explain why this line, which is precisely the same as the previous line, is somehow even stupider. Something about “all that breast inside that shirt” just sounds like the product of a thalidomide FAS baby trying to be hip. If a guy at a bar used this line, or anything even bordering on it, to really try to pick up a woman, I think the government would be required under the Geneva Convention to send a crew of men who have no known identities to just come and burn this fucker’s house down.

DURRR!!!
The Song – My Humps
The Lyrics - They say I’m really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me
The Reason - I wish I knew who wrote the songs for this band, I do. I want to know how they are actually able to write. Near as I can figure, they have to be written by either someone with a Stephen Hawking intellect and a sense of sarcasm so profoundly hilarious that if you were to spend an evening talking with them, your brain would actually wither and recede from the inside of your skull under the onslaught of humor that is so extensive, so multi-layered and in depth that no one had even come close to imagining something so hilarious before. Or it’s a monkey that’s been taught too much pop culture slang.
The Song – Boom Boom Pow
The Lyrics – I be rockin’ the beats
The Reason – For fuck’s sake, Black Eyed Peas. I had to read the lyrics to every song these guys have recorded and did you know that 90% of their songs aren’t even about anything? They’re actually about the song that is currently being sung. That’s meta-retarded. Yes, we know you be rockin the beats. It’s all you sons of bitches do. Almost every album they have recorded is devoted to letting us know they are rocking beats or looking to party somewhere. I’m not even exaggerating.
The Song – I Got a Feeling
The Lyrics - tonight’s gonna be a good good night
The Reason - This song is massively popular and it pretty much says “I’ve got a feeling tonight’s going to be a good night” over and over for about three solid minutes. So why should such a forgettable line in a forgettable song merit a place along side the illustrious lyrics of My Humps? Because not only is this song about nothing, it’s about less than every other song about nothing. It’s not even present tense nothing, it’s having an incline about nothing that’s going to happen later today. And in this specific line they needed an extra beat so to accentuate the point, it went from being a good night to a good good night. Are you fucking kidding?
The Song – Missing You
The Lyrics – If loving you is wrong Then it must be wrong
The Reason – Really, Black Eyed Peas? If loving you is wrong is how you started this and then, after searching through any number of time-tested cliché follow ups, like “I don’t wanna be right” the brain trust at Pea central decided on “then it must be wrong.” Let’s try that line of reasoning with other statements.
If this cereal is made from corn, then it’s made from corn.
If this hooker has VD, then she has VD.
If our career is a joke, then it’s a joke.

DURRR?
The Song – Out of my Head
The Lyrics – When I see a boy, Imma say wassup
The Reason – Jesus, no one’s even trying any more. Aside from the rape of grammar that we can’t exclusively lay at the feet of the Black Eyed Peas, look what this statement is saying. This is equivalent to sayin “when I have a full bladder, I will urinate” or “when my car is low on gas, I will have to go to a filling station and refuel.” No shit. Much like movies don’t need to show us the minute by minute real-time minutia bullshit in a person’s life, neither does a 2 minutes song need to express to us how you plan on greeting someone.
The Song – Electric City
The Lyrics – Bitches on my dick (Oh No) They on my dildo
The Reason – I honestly don’t think there’s any way to explain this better than the line itself does.
The Song – Electric City
The Lyrics – Killer on the lose like I’m Jeffrey Dahmer
The Reason – This song came out on the Peas’ 2009 album. Serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer was beaten to death in 2004. He was arrested in 1991. Jeffery Dahmer was in prison before most Black Eyed Peas fans were even born. Way to choose a topical example, guys.
The Song – Going Gone
The Lyrics - He ain’t doing what he did from the start And that’s putting in some feeling and thought
The Reason – How the band can sing these lyrics without choking is amazing. It’s a song about a musician who gets famous and becomes very materialistic and no longer sings songs with heart or meaning. And the fucking Black Eyed Peas sing it. The people who sing “My Humps.” The people who have songs like “Boom Boom Pow” that aren’t even about anything. Seriously, what is that song about? They took the time to voice their opinion on people who sing soulless music. For fuck’s sake.
The Song – Disco Club
The Lyrics – We gonna break it on down Rub it on your belly like a ultrasound
The Reason – Rub it on your belly like an ultrasound? What does planned parenthood have to do with anything here? Was there no other metaphor that could have been used in this instance? Nothing?
The Song – Union
The Lyrics – I barely keep my head above the tide I got this mortgage, got three kids at school
The Reason – This is one of the Black Eyed Peas’ songs about world peace. I think they put one on every album, written with all the wide eyed impracticality you’d expect from a 3rd grader. But their appeal to the every man in the above lyric is awesome. You have a mortgage and kids in school, do ya? How much is that mortgage?
There’s nothing wrong with singing a terrible, terrible song about world peace, but come on. An international headlining hip hop act shouldn’t pull this country bumpkin “I’m just like you, I have a mortgage” bullshit, especially on the same album that featured, you guessed it, My Humps. Those words succeed in making the band sound like complete retards in ways you never thought possible.

DURDURDUR!!
The Song – Labor Day (It’s a Holiday)
The Lyrics – Actually, just the title of the song
The Reason – Labor Day is the single most boring holiday in the calendar year, and less deserving of a song than Arbor Day.
The Song – Smells Like Funk
The Lyrics – Stinkin’ like fat ladies shittin’ out Logs
The Reason – Stinkin’ like fat ladies shittin’ out Logs.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:26PM
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010 5:29AM
All I can say is, BRAVO!
my friends and I often exclaim at so-called lyrical genius, and My Humps is, rather appropriately, the butt of this joke. I'm sorry yu had to read such shitty lyrics to write such a succinct article.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010 6:13AM
Another insightful and hilarious analysis, Ian! Your essays on FunnyCrave and Cracked are always brilliant. Keep up the good work!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010 1:46PM
Ian,
I couldn't help reading your piece and having to reply.
I fear that you may have an unhealthy obsession with bad black eyed pea lyrics… Really you shouldn't get too worked up over them. They are pretty terrible lyrics its true but maybe you should be moaning about the fact that despite their baffling drivel they still have/had millions of fans around the world and made so much money. Especially from the song "My Humps". Reflects worse on the fans If you ask me… but maybe we are the minority without any taste. I hope you were paid for the article and did not write it because you care about them so much.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010 4:31PM
I think everyone who writes for Funnycrave would agree that tender, heartfelt comments from weirdos like you are all the payment we'll ever need.
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Monday, May 10, 2010 8:04AM
You're an idiot, Ian. Trying way too hard and failing. I'll pick one example to pwn you on.
"let me fuck you up till my sperm is up" … continues … "in your brain and the baby will.i.am's be saying [hook]"
Obviously since you're too much of an idiot to read the next line of text after a hard return when you're looking at lyrics, I'll have to explain the metaphor. Will.i.am's lyrics are so catchy, that once he impregnates somebody's head with them they're stuck there, like if you got pregnant. "Pregnant" is actually used as an adjective, i.e. "It was a politically pregnant time in the United States".
Stop trying so hard.
Monday, May 10, 2010 2:54PM
Yeah, you keep defending lyrics about ear-fucking. You sure showed me.
Monday, May 10, 2010 2:06PM
Ha ha…you have shitty taste in music!
Also, only the douchiest of internet users says "pwn." Fuck "pwn" and the World of Warcraft loser virgin it rode in on.
Monday, May 10, 2010 9:12PM
I don't like BEP or this style of music at all. And ok I'm a douche on the internet…only the douchiest of internet users copy pastes fragments of lyrics to contrive a rant in the hopes that somebody will think they are funny.
Monday, May 10, 2010 9:19PM
Your analysis of the lyrics was incomplete and obviously contrived. Yes the lyrics suck. No, you're not funny for taking a fragment of the lyrics and then mocking how nonsensical that fragment is. The analogy of impregnating somebody's brain is really weird, and not a great line. Agreed. Nobody would defend BEP as lyrical geniuses, but you're just not funny. Of course the lyrics sound retarded when you take them out of context. It could be VERY funny to point out how awkward the pregnancy analogy is, but I am showing you when I point out how far you had to stretch the joke :
You:
Till my sperm is up? Does that indicate Will.i.am or whoever graced us with those lyrics has some kind of spermeter that needs to build up to an appropriate level (based on time, pressure, viscosity or whatever) before he’s able to spooge? I don’t need to know that.
This "joke" is premised on the lyrics being taken out of context and being incompletely quoted. You're not clever for doing this, you're just pathetic. Any douche can do it – here's an example.
IanFortey: "keep defending lyrics about ear-fucking"
You want me to defend these lyrics? I was under the impression you thought it was dumb, but now you apparently are rallying people to DEFEND the lyrics. I didn't need to know that about you. I bet you get your jollies while listening to songs about ear-fucking. Sick, man. We didn't need to know that about you.
Monday, May 10, 2010 10:35PM
You're awesome at this internet commenting thing. It's weird that it's fueled by your gay love for the Black Eyed Peas but that;s OK. Keep up the good work, Erin.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010 12:20AM
Erin wants to have Will.I.Am's ear babies!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010 3:40AM
No, I want Ian's job because I'm better at it than him.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010 2:14PM
Careful what you wish for, Aaron. I run the show here, I can make that dream come true for you. So here's what we're going to do…
I'm going to pick an artist, someone known for insane lyrics. My choices, Ghostface Killah or Lil' Wayne. Haven't decided which one, but definitely one of those two. After that, I'm going to pick ten songs. The ten songs that, as determined by me, have the craziest lyrics. And then, you're both going to write THE EXACT SAME ARTICLE that Ian wrote here. And we'll let the people decide who does a better job.
If you win, I will pay you $150 and give you a permanent slot writing feature articles for Funnycrave.
If Ian wins, you will pay him $150 and deliver me a 500 word apology to Fortey for disrespecting his awesome and to all of the readers for wasting their time with your half assed attempts at writing internet comedy which I will then post on Funnycrave.
If you're afraid of homefield advantage, fear not. I have contacts all over the internet who will gladly send their fanbase over to join in the judging. Internet writers listen to talentless hacks like you talk about how inferior they are every day. And it's mighty easy for you to do, being that you get to hide behind your anonymous internet comments to do it. There is not a site on this here internet that would not promote the shit out of a showdown between someone like you and a goddamned internet comedy machine like Ian Fortey (who I honestly don't think you really know that much about, because saying you're better at his job than he is is QUITE a fucking claim. For all intents and purposes, I'm the boss at this site, and I'm not even better at his job than he is.)
I anxiously await your reply. Pussy.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010 2:18PM
I want that 500 word apology written in the tears of your family when they see the horror you've wrought, Erin. You may have to mix in some ink or something so it's readable, however.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010 1:26AM
Hm… what does Ian make in a year?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010 3:31AM
Pussy, unless you are posting to say you accept the challenge, don't post anything at all. You talentless hack.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010 5:59PM
Ian, marry me. I have breasts and whatnot. Just don’t let your sperm go up my ears. Seriously. Unless you plan on locking me in a room with Aaron, listening to BEP, in which case.. please do. I bet it works better than ear tampons. Because you’re THAT awesome.
And Aaron, really? Not that I read more than two lines of that shit you wrote, because, let’s be honest, I didn’t. I think Adam did, and now he won’t stop bleeding from his eyes ( Adam, I suggest you get some Fortey’s sperm in your eyes, I do believe it will work miracles – because he’s awesome, etc etc).
Anyway. Ian. <3
Wednesday, August 11, 2010 10:58AM
And here I thought that I was the only one that thought their lyrics made no sense. I guess their fans really don't care about lyrics but just the same old beat repeated ad nauseum. Bring back the old time rappers from the 1980's