BURN!!!

[KokaKola]

Had to channel Michael Kelso for a moment....

Best song-insults?

I was just listening to Pogues, and thought how much I'd like to call someone a, "miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore" someday.


Other great insults?

[Special Patrol]

YOUR MOM

^This is one of the very, very wrong answers.

[Heston]

Had to channel Michael Kelso for a moment....

Best song-insults?

I was just listening to Pogues, and thought how much I'd like to call someone a, "miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore" someday.


Other great insults?

I love that Pogues track....... We'll eat yer friggin' entrails and we won't give a damn!

I Don't Like You by Stiff little Fingers is one long clever insult.....

If I thought you could find the way
I'd tell you to go and get lost
But why ask you to pay attention
When your brain can't stand the cost
Look at you
And the state you're in
Next to you
Even a brick is thin

You oughta scratch from the human race
You are a waste of a name
A waste of time and a waste of space
You've only one claim to fame
I don't like you

If a thought came into your head
It would die of loneliness
You rate absolute zero
Not more and not even less
Look at you
Oh what a state
Next to you
Short planks are underweight

Annoyed, annoyed,
No, I'm not paranoid
Cos that would mean I have to care
And I couldn't be annoyed

You don't entertain ideas
You simply bore them
You couldn't find your feet
If you were looking for them
Looking at you
It's hard for me
Next to me
Is nowhere to be

[Kory]

Much as I think the Offspring are lame, nothing beats "you stupid dumb-shit goddamn motherfucker."

[Sub]

Courtesy of Queen:

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You’ve taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You’re just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You’re just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You’re the king of the ’sleaze’
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (shark)
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good I feel good


Especially like the line "Do you feel like suicide? (I think you should)"

[Flex]

Much as I think the Offspring are lame, nothing beats "you stupid dumb-shit goddamn motherfucker."

That's from their choice album, though (picked up the remastered version a couple weeks back, christ what a killer disc).

Little Bitch by the Specials (and enjoyably covered by Big D & The Kids Table) is one of the greats in this, uh, theme:

If you ever hear a noise in the night
Your body starts to sweat,
It shakes and shivers in fright
You go and sleep with your mother
She hates your guts
She knows that you love her
So she holds you tight
All through the night in to the broad daylight
And when she doesn't come home
You'll have to sleep alone
Then you wet your bed and I think that's sad
for a girl of 19 it's more than sad, it's obscene!
1,2

And your girlfriend sweet little 17
She's got her layered hair and her flared jeans
You know what that means, she's just a little queen
She shares your London flat
She thinks that London's where it's at
Although it stinks and when it rains you wear your hat
And your plum colored pvc wet- look maxi mac
You tie your ginger hair back in a bun
You're the ugliest creature, under the sun! 1,2 Go!
1,2

And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree
So you decide on suicide
You tried but you never quite carried it out
You only wanted to die in order to show off
And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me
You're even wronger than you'd normally be
And the only things you want to see are kitsch
And the only thing you want to be is rich
Your little pink up-pointed nose begins twitch
I know you know you're just a little bitch! 1,2

The last verse in particular is, um, choice. On the Big D train of thought, their put down of L.A. (titled "LAX") always cracks my shit up (apologies to tep in advance). To whit:

Hey elitists from LA
Las Angeles, California
You know who you are
you drive big fancy cars
your allowance exceeds my rent
Listen to what i have to say
Remind yourselves everyday
Let's get this message on its way
First of all

Fuck your fucking attitudes
How can you be so fucking rude
You fucking look at me like when girls are jealous
Fuck your fucking LA bars
You're all just a bunch of wanna be superstars
Yeah and fuck your fucking act
You bunch of dressed up fucking rats
You get anything you want
Mommy's dressed up fucking runt
You're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion
And all your fucking stupid names
Blaire and Titus that's fucking lame
Z-a-c does not spell Zack
What the fuck is with all that?

You think you're so fucking impressive
Get your name on a fucking guestlist
Raise your nose to the people in line
Give the doorman a fucking high five

Then go:
Do my shoes match my shirt
Does my shirt clash with my pants
Do my pants match my eyes
do my eyes look good tonight
Will this place be cool enough
Your hair looks oh-so tough
This looks so good for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me love

Do my shoes match my shirt
Does my shirt clash with my pants
Do my pants match my eyes
Do my eyes look good tonight
Will this place be cool enough
Your hair looks oh-so tough
This looks so good for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me love

And fuck all your deceiving
What is your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
And all the girls you lay on your mat
Are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at
And fuck your fucking fake ass world
And all your handed out fucking thrills
Some of us we have to work hard
Just to get our little part
And maybe your clan is not in Boston
But my friends are fucking awesome
And we'll keep on doing our best
Even though our lives are a mess

[snipped, rest of the song switches focus]

Good times.

[Wolter]

Cock Sparrer, "A.U." - "A real fist magnet if ever I saw one."

[Dirty Harry]

John lennon's 'Gimmie Some Truth' has some great insults

'Neurotic, Psychotic, Pig-headed politicians'

Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites

[Marky Dread]

John lennon's 'Gimmie Some Truth' has some great insults

'Neurotic, Psychotic, Pig-headed politicians'

Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites

How do you Sleep - is pretty good also.

[Marky Dread]

A dig at David Johansen and Johnny Thunders The New york Dolls and the US scene in general.

An imitation from new york
Youre made in japan
From cheese and chalk
Youre hippy tarts hero
cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show
Oh dont it show

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember

Think its well playing maxs kansas
Youre looking bored
And youre acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut

Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo
You four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
Youre just a pile of shit
Youre coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think its swell playing in japan
When everybody knows japan is a dishpan
Youre just a pile of shit
Youre coming to this
You poor little faggot
Youre sealed with a kiss

Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills anadins
Aspros anything youre condemned
To eternal bullshit
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss youre sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss youre coming to this
I wanna kiss anything oh kiss this tAtty bye.

[Marky Dread]

...and Johnny Thunders retort ironically recorded with the ex- Pistols Cook 'n' Jones.

You best believe I'm from New York city.

You're telling me 'shut your mouth'
If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around
You talk about faggots, little moma's boy
You sit at home, you got a chaperone
You need an escort to take a piss
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
You're so pretty, suburban kitty
You think you're gonna change, rearrange your city?

Little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You think you're gonna fool me?
Ha ha ha ha

Little rich kid, what do you know?
You had everything, don't you think it don't show?
I've been a climbing, just a face to the wall
Too much too soon, do you recall?

Have a holiday in the city,
Feelings in the air, vasaline pretty
You don't need no drunk, just LSD
You're all big shots. Shot by me!


You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
And I'm talking about the whole lot of you.

Too bad you boys don't know
And the girls they don't go
Everybody just shows

You're little,
Little London boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little,
You're little,
Little London boys
You're little London Boys

You poor little puppet