My hatred of all things will.i.am (and by proxy, Stacy Ferguson and then also by proxy, the two troll-looking fuckers who hang out with them) is well known. For me, will.i.am represents some of the very worst aspects of today's music. That's a pretty bold claim I know - music contains such abominably rancid acts as Crazy Town (Linkin Park, Papa Roach and Limp Bizkit - with rabies), Enrique "El D-bag" Iglesias Justine Bieber and of course the sonic equivalent of sweaty intercourse with a piledriver himself - Soulja Boy.
|I still think this is funny.|
|I'd read the shit out of this.|
|Panda puking rainbow laser. Your argument is invalid.|
|This. Is a douche.|
Here's what I say:
His production is shit - nonsensical, over-edited, too much FX, formless, broken, lacking in any logical flow and wrought to the fucking rafters with Autotune. Seriously. If I was a respectable artist I wouldn't want to work with him at all. It'd be hella confusing. One minute you're singing a hip hop song and then suddenly BAM you're all the way in Bjork-land chanting and chattering like an LSD-saturated monkey monk. I'd be like "why'd you change the backing track you BLACK EYED POES!"
|What a BEP song sounds like.|
|He wears a shirt as pants. That's the biggest fuck I've seen not given.|
|Click and laugh.|
"If a line lacks the syllables to sound rhythmically correct, no problem - just mis-pronounce it or say it more than once. If it doesn't make sense that's even better and try to spell the words out like I did in Fergielicious - people love that shit."
- Direct excerpt from the will.i.am book of lyricism.
|"What's wrong with that?"|
|Cyborg costumes = Illuminati agenda|
|"I'm so three-thousand-and-eight|
Give me some choof, jou vark muit".