When looking at my workout playlist, you’ll most likely notice a common theme:
I really like music with bad words. Now I drop the f-bomb with the best of them, but there are some bad words I refuse to say. Like one that starts with a ‘c’ and another that starts with a ‘p’. The ‘c’ word (not the one that’s another name for a rooster…the other one, the one that ends in a ‘t’) isn’t said that much in my music, but the ‘p’ word totally is. And it makes me laugh, but I still won’t say it…I have to draw the line somewhere.
Anyway, some people think the music I listen to is offensive. I can see why, because it sometimes prompts me to ask inappropriate questions of people.
For example, any time I listen to Freek-A-Leek by Petey Pablo
and I hear these lyrics:
I need a girl I can freak wit, and wanna try sh*t, and ain’t scared of a big d*ck…
I always ask G if he’s scared of a big d*ck! And then I die laughing. He doesn’t think it’s that funny. What a loser.
But I also think this music can be inspiring. Another favorite of mine, Pitbull, has some very inspiring lyrics. Remember Pitbull? He’s reason #3 that I need to learn Spanish.
Whenever I listen to his song Go Girl (feat. Trina and Young Boss), I hear these lyrics:
I party like a rock star
look like a movie star
play like an all-star
f*ck like a porn star
And I think that everyone should aspire to those things! Okay, I don’t aspire to achieve the first or (especially) the last (I refuse to do that, that’s why I got married…so I wouldn’t have to and please keep in mind that any possibility of children requires doctor intervention), but I like to think these lyrics mean that everyone should go balls to wall no matter what they do. Isn’t that inspiring?
But mostly, I like the swearing (and making fake gang signs).