worst of the worst redux

Bees-182 (stylized in all lowercase) is an American rock band formed in 1992. The group released their mega hit single, “All The Small Bees,” in 1999. At the time, the song was primarily composed by guitarist and vocalist Tom DeBees as an ode to his fascination of bees. Co-written by Mark Beeus, the song was created with the intention of shipping it to the radio. “We want to swarm the radio with this song,” said Beeus.

The song was selected by Rolling Stone in 2022 one of the best songs about bees, and included in the New York Times best-selling book “1 Song About Bees You Must Hear”.

Bees-182 - All The Small Bees (1999)

i made this is jan 2021 and sat on it
once someone else made the amogus joke i just didnt feel like releasing it
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fly meem to the moom
let me play amogus [buzz]
let me juju on that beat
juju on that beat (juju) juju on that beat (okay)
in other words

hoh

in other words
i'm a snake, i'm a snake (sssssssss)
fill my ass with cum
let me sing
(no)(yes)(no)
(why not, why won't you sing?)
(because singing killed my grandma, okay!?)
(leave me alone)

'kay
in other words
pee pee poo
in other words
i love yooooou

Fly Meem To The Moom

CeeLo Green Gives Up And Leaves Immediately

BTCYWTS

Yo… They say the leaders got stone-age minds, But the real ones? They hide behind signs. Not elected, not seen, not named — Just strings pulled in a power game.

Peace time? Fatcats run the show, War time? Politicians get the glow. They carve their names in blood and sand, While the rich stay clean with a hidden hand.

Historic fantasies, ego-fed, While the rest of us count the dead. It ain’t new — it’s just refined, A marriage of power, twisted and blind.

World’s in mess, food lines thin, Sea rise creepin’ under our skin. Nine billion souls, no plan in sight, AI and bots takin’ jobs overnight.

So what if war’s a quiet cull? A pre-emptive strike on the human hull. They fear collapse, they fear the crunch, So they swing the blade before the punch.

They see two types: them and the rest, History shows they don’t care who’s blessed. They wield covert power with impunity, While we beg for scraps in fake community.

Cavemen didn’t delegate lies, Pharaohs didn’t wear disguise. But today? It’s twisted deep — Power’s a shadow that never sleeps.

This ain’t 1945, it’s 2025, Reusable rockets, AI alive. Mars is prepped, the launchpad’s lit, While Earth still fights over fossil grit.

We got tools to build the stars, But we’re stuck in tribal scars. Each nation should sculpt its own ascent, Not beg for peace, but reinvent.

If we keep fightin’ over dirt, We’ll die in it — that’s the hurt. But if we rise, if we align, We build a future by design.

Ascend, Earth people — break the chain, Cosmic wealth ain’t built on pain. We ain’t expendable, we ain’t scum, We’re cells in the shapeshifter’s drum.

I felt the weight — not metaphor, but mass, Like granite pressed against my past. Not buried by time, but by design, A system built to mute the spine. Each breath a rebellion, each thought a crack, But the stone don’t move — it pushes back.

They say the leaders are cavemen still, But the real ones hide behind the will. Not in palaces, not on screens, But in contracts, codes, and fiscal machines. They don’t wear crowns, they wear disguise, And pull the strings with ancient eyes.

When peace reigns, the fatcats feed, But war gives puppets what they need. A chance to carve their names in flame, To play the hero in a rigged game. They don’t start wars for truth or land— They do it so history will understand Them as gods, not pawns in play, While the rest of us get swept away.

Nine billion souls, no plan, no grace, Automation racing, no jobs to chase. So what if war’s a quiet cull? A way to thin the human hull. They fear collapse, they fear the flood, So they prime the blade and spill the blood.

But maybe this ache, this buried scream, Is evolution breaking the dream. Not upward, not clean, not light and air— But clawing through systems built to snare. A species twitching in its sleep, While the stone above begins to weep.

We got rockets, AI, and Mars in sight, But still we fight over ancient right. We could build the stars, forge new breath, But we choose the loop, we choose the death. Each culture could sculpt its cosmic role, But instead we dig a deeper hole.

So speak out, stand tall, Don’t wait for the system to fall. The forge is lit, the sky is wide, Let’s build the stars — not just survive.

They Swing The blade!

R>I>P Silvagunner 

-Coconut Spurts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-Tracks of meme: DK Rap, Coconut Gun rap, Work From Home - Fifth Harmony (Instrumental + Lyrics), Fapping sound effect, Cartoon Splat Sound Effects, Donkey Kong 64 SFX - Donkey Kong

Coconut Spurts

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here's a blooper reel to make up for lost time

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the worst meme

walk a thousand miles for what

EDIT 8-2-2019: Song has been remastered and now has TryHardNinja's OFFICIAL vocal track on it. Please support him here: https://www.youtube.com/user/TryHardNinja

creeper?
oh man.

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