The 7 Funniest Serial Memes

Serial‘s Season 1 finale aired yesterday, and we haven’t seen such giddy exhaustion since Walter White revealed that Jesse Pinkman was actually his son, drawing to a close five seasons of Breaking Bad. Now that the record-breaking podcast is on hold, the time has come for think pieces, sober online forum debate and the aggregation of hi-i-i-i-larious memes! In choosing our favorites, we kept two things in mind: 1) as Best Buy learned the hard waySerial jokes should really stick to the show’s addictive powers and avoid making light of a horrific murder case; 2) cereal puns aren’t funny.
7. Mailkimp remix

Marlo – Tuesday & Thursday Lyrics (feat. Rylo)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
It’s pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get ’em ink
Ready that ho from home gon’ pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink
Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep
All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot somethin’ just like Pistol Pete
Project baby shootin’ shit like the Navy
Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop
f**k school, we was scorin’ the P block
Now that my parents want dress out
Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy
Past them scroll like left eye
If we ever had smoke, can’t high five
Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye
And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide
Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I’m still thinkin’ outside

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Nigga done got me started
Cold heart nigga, I’m heartless
And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbin’ the carbon
Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain
And when problems get hot we solve ’em
And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless
And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed
And we don’t worry ’bout bodies, we beat ’em
A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kickin’ that ether for them people
And I let them J’s scrape the extras off that beaker
Bad bitch in love with me but no I don’t need her
Don’t wanna feed her

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that, yeah

Morgan Saint – Thru Your Phone lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin’ like they my bros
I seen y’all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the ‘Gram?
Lil’ bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon’ turn me into into Left Eye
I don’t wanna hear ’bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I’m holdin’ back everything that’s inside of me
How you all fuckin’ with bitches that follow me?

[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it’s bleeding out
You sleepin’, you sleepin’, you sleepin’
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin’, you creepin’, you creepin’

[Chorus]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn’t like
I went through your phone last night
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh

[Verse 2]
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, “Resentment” on repeat
I’ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, “Here you go, bon appétit”
Did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don’t even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin’ me, you sleepin’ peacefully
Gettin’ more mad at you, thinkin’ ’bout stabbin’ you
Don’t even know that you this close to dyin’
You gon’ wake up like, “Why you got an attitude?”

[Pre-Chorus]
My heart is beating like it’s bleeding out
You sleepin’, you sleepin’, you sleepin’
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin’, you creepin’, you creepin’

[Chorus]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn’t like
I went through your phone last night
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh

[Outro]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh

XXXTENTACION – Floor 555 lyrics

[Verse]
I put one in that chamber, lay you in the face of God
Know to be-face the fake fuck, aight
Fuck is a feelin’ God, level I’m, feelin’ odd
Fairily very Beverly Hill, Westside
Bitch, I’m drillin’ your neighbor daughter at Best Buy
If I hit up your jack, then nigga, you best slide
If you totin’ that pistol, nigga, you best ride
If you shoot that shit at me, nigga, I best die
‘Cause I’m a muh’fuckin’ narcissist
Trippin’, you catch a fit, bitchin you not equipped with that
Pussy boy, don’t be talkin’ shit
Or you can meet this AK-47, it got kick back
‘Cause I’m a muhfuckin’ martian, in the heart of a moshpit
Put that boy in a coffin, ’cause the way that he talkin’
Pussy boy, don’t be gawkin’, I ain’t doin’ no barkin’
I’ma let that shit rip, leave his ass in the parkin’

[Outro]
Fuckboy, don’t test me
Fuckboy, don’t test me
Fuckboy, don’t test me
Fuckboy, don’t test, boy, don’t test
Boy, don’t test, boy, don’t test
Boy, don’t test, boy, don’t test, boy, don’t
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Fuckboy, don’t test me
Fuckboy, don’t test me
Fuckboy, don’t test me
Fuckboy, don’t test, boy, don’t test
Boy, don’t test, boy, don’t test
Boy, don’t test, boy, don’t test, boy, don’t
Ayy, yeah, ayy

Cardi B – Thru Your Phone lyrics

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Look, I just want to break up all your shit, call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click
And fuck your little fake ass friends
Come around actin’ like they my bros
I seen y’all little group texts
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the ‘Gram?
Lil’ bitch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon’ turn me into into Left Eye
I don’t wanna hear ’bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me
I’m holdin’ back everything that’s inside of me
How you all fuckin’ with bitches that follow me?

[Pre-Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B]
My heart is beating like it’s bleeding out
You sleepin’, you sleepin’, you sleepin’
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin’, you creepin’, you creepin’

[Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn’t like
I went through your phone last night
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh

[Verse 2]
All I can see is you and her in different scenarios
Beyoncé on my stereo, “Resentment” on repeat
I’ma make a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like, “Here you go, nigga, bon appétit”
Look did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar?
You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches
You don’t even cheat with no badder bitches
This shit is eatin’ me, you sleepin’ peacefully
Gettin’ more mad at you, thinkin’ ’bout stabbin’ you
Don’t even know that you this close to dyin’
You gon’ wake up like, “Why you got an attitude?”

[Pre-Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B]
My heart is beating like it’s bleeding out
You sleepin’, you sleepin’, you sleepin’
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now, and
You creepin’, you creepin’, you creepin’

[Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn’t like
I went through your phone last night
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B]
It’s killin’ me
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh
It’s killin’ me
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh
It’s killin’ me
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh
It’s killin’ me

[Chorus: Ali Tamposi & Cardi B]
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn’t like
I went through your phone last night
It’s killin’ me, killin’ me, killin’ me, oh

Wale – Black Is Gold Lyrics

(Intro)
It’s shine season, yeah
Black, the black

(Chorus)
The black is beautiful, baby, black is bold
Black is black, true, but black is gold, ay, hey, yeah, look
I say black is beautiful, shawty, black is bold
Black is black, true, but black is gold
Ay, let’s do it

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(Verse 1)
Look, black is beautiful, shawty, that you should know
Don’t let American standards damage your African soul
Natural hair, oh with a weave under
I buy you Givenchy rags and…for ya
I’ll rap a feature and buy you pieces from people that you love
Celine Dion pay for that Céline that you got on
Yeah, is you single? Is you good?
Can I get into ya, India) with Game cause your finger licking good
Ooh, you so sweet when you put on
I don’t mind your body shy cause you can sleep in my cologne
Woo, yeah, okay, Wale on that other s**t
That grown man, build up your mind, slide in your stomach shit
Hold hands rarely in public, they never notice us
They might as well tell you we on, we got the golden touch
Get it? F**k with it
They might as well tell you we on, we got the golden touch, right

(Chorus)
Black is beautiful, baby, black is bold
Black is black, true, but black is gold, ay, hey, yeah, look
I say black is beautiful, shawty, black is bold
Black is black, true, but black is gold

(Verse 2)
Uh, look, hey Miss Lupita
Hope you know you inspired the future women for us
Don’t know your vibe really, just know that your mother Kenyan
Just know that that melanin mesmerizing in every picture
God true, hey miss ducky, hey
I think your hair is amazing but brain is even greater
Don’t ever let what people say ever convince you ain’t bae
Knowing hella actors black facing trynna play us
God true, hey Viola darling
I see you shining with Shonda, thought I should rhyme about you
Cause you body the monologues and you care bout us
Get away with murder every time you red carpet
God true, hey miss Issa Rae
Beautiful Senegalese, leader with s**t to say
We should meet today, maybe out at Best Buy
LawerenceHive, still I’m proud, Issa’s a savage
Actually Issa Knife, right

(Chorus)
Black is beautiful, baby, black is bold
Black is black, true, but black is gold, no, ay, hey, yeah, look
I say black is beautiful, shawty, black is bold
Black is black, true, but black is gold, shine, yeah

(Outro)
I got tired of that
This for every beautiful queen listening
That may sometimes think we forget you dude to this bulls**t system
This for every India Arie, young Justine Skye
And please don’t go cut out on us now young SZA
Let’s celebrate the awsomeness that is our sisters
My affinity is infinity and I wish you everything that gives you better energy
So be prouder, be flier
And like my auntie Michelle told me, we gotta do our job to reach high, holla, Folarin