No Room Service Just Snacks And Shit.

File this under website of the month for February, 2009. In fact, I’m pretty sure this one will carry the crown for quite some time. Snacks and Shit posts what it claims are some of the worst hiphop lyrics out there and sprinkles in some original commentary.

I will contend that some of these are the BEST hiphop lyrics of all time, but to each his own. The following are some examples hand chosen by me.

“No room service just snacks and shit.”

from here

“Now when I’m swimmin’ through the joint, I put the funk on hold, cause if I don’t you’ll see the bubbles come up.”

from here

“Patty cake, patty cake, microwave. Suckers make a square. Goddamn I’m paid.”

from here

“Yeah livin’ the raw deal, three course meals. Spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal.”

from here

Consider it bookmarked and eclipsed only by OhWord’s “Camron’s Rhyme Book Found”. Sign me up for a Camborghini tshirt y’all.

Jokes. Mommy You’re Fat.

When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, “Mommy, you are getting fat!” I replied, “Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.” “I know,” she replied, but what’s growing in your butt?”

From Jokesboy

If They’re Painful And Swollen It Could Be Mumps

I don’t know what’s more surprising. That a government PSA about mumps would focus on how the illness ravages one’s testicles… or the fact a Canadian PSA included a black man in a hockey change room.

(Yes, yes, I’m aware that Grant Fuhr made the hall of fame, and that these guys have also played in the NHL).