Continuing with the songwriters theme. Here is a man whom i absolutely abhor. However over time and me developing a sense of humour akin to an old man shaking his fist at the youth of today i have grown to begrudgingly like him. So much so that i had to go back and look for some of the dumbest lyrics the man has. So here he is R. Kelly, the pied piper of r and b (legal problems a plenty there) or Robert to his grandma.

I like the ... with big booties in 'em
I like the crotch on you
I want what you've got baby

Can you really blame me for getting these G's
Something I don't understand
Why you fools after me, VIP
Got the haters after me
Cuz I push these V's
They wanna be like me
If you agree
Then raise the roof with me
In the party place to be
Living VIP

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel thugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty

Now it's like murder she wrote
Once I get you out them clothes
Privacy is on the door
Still they can hear you screamin more
Girl I'm feelin what you feelin
No more hopin and wishin
I'm bout to take my key and
Stick it in the ignition

I'm at the bar talkin to this chic sippin on that magic potion
Tryna get her to let me dive off in that ass like it's an ocean

I gotta whole block of girl at ma crib
I'm over by the pool drinking Belvedear
Ain't no haters up in here
Cuz brought that thang down here
So much booty

Im butt naked, sweat socks, and house shoes(ah)
100 bottles of cris in the cool(ah)
Im frozen thanks the Jacob the jewl(ah)