Justin Bieber’s Ugly Mansion Is Now a Meme

Celebrities are really hitting different during coronavirus. As they lounge around their luxurious quarantine facilities, violating social distancing and popping COVID-19 tests like fancy vitamins, their lifestyles seem more absurd than ever, their singalong PSAs more condescending, their antics less entertaining.

This is to say, please enjoy this photo of a hideous mansion that Justin Bieber once willingly lived in. The photo went viral over the weekend for its garish style, that might be described as corporate baroque, or shopping mall minimalism.

The house is a rich person’s ultimate self-own. Simultaneously over and understated. Ambitious, yet the architect (renowned designer Ed Niles… sorry to this man) appears to have copied off a fourth grader’s cartoon. Technically impressive, yet it would look at home next to a Wells Fargo. Actually, the good people of Twitter have some theories about where the building belongs.

Popular ideas include on the campus of a community college.

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Inside a TV studio complex… but not in a cool way.

Next to various kitchen appliances (to be fair, the house is prominently nicknamed “the salad spinner house”).



Inside Sims, Skyrim, Spy Kids or the Avengers franchise.




You have to admire the creativity of some of these extremely niche contributions.

To be clear, this is not the pop star’s actual house or current residence. The Biebers are happily quarantining in their $8.5 million Beverly Hills mansion (which they opted for, over their $5 million, 100 acre Ontario complex). Based on this video of Justin playing “the floor is lava” in the cozy, open-plan space, his tastes have evolved since he rented the glass house for $60,000 a month back in 2015. (This was back during his DUI/monkey/egging his millionaire neighbors phase, so he was moving around a lot.) According to the Daily Mail, he once lent the home to Meek Mill for an after-Grammy bash where “the police had to be called after ice sculptures and punches were thrown when rival gang members clashed during the event.”

Well, Bieber might have big fancy house, but at least in these dark times, we can picture him walking around the hideous glass and concrete castle like a lonely prince singing “Baby” to himself.

Photo of Bieber via Getty

Photo of home via Twitter

Ajj – We’re All Gonna Die Lyrics

We’re all gonna die;
This is true
It’s true for me and it’s true for you
But we could live a little longer if we put our minds to it
The Light Rail runs from Five to Eleven
I’ll have your daughter home by seven
If I play my cards right
We’ll get real high and ride the lightning
But we can’t ride all night
The city needs the money from the DUI’s
And the cameras they put on the freeway to catch us speeding

April 1st 2002:
I was riding my bike to school
And I was hit by a Chevrolet
But no one believed me
It was April Fool’s day
December 25th 2008
At 3:25 a.m
I am standing in the middle of a room full of sleeping men
Counting them
How did I get here?
I deserve to be loved
How did I get here?
What made me need this money so much?

Who knows where we go
When we die?
Who cares? I’m just glad to be alive
Who knows where we go
When we die?
Who cares? I’m just glad to be alive
Who cares? I’m just glad to be alive
Who cares? I’m just glad to be alive

Moneybagg Yo – Under Influence Lyrics (feat. Y Gizzle)

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Y. Gizzle]x2
Let’s double our cups
Let’s drink up some drank
Let’s get under influenced
My dick is a drug
She say she in love that bitch under influenced
Pop a zan
Pop a perk
Pop a molly
Paparazzi, Paparazzi
I know they watching

[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
Under influenced on the medication
Won’t give up on drugs I’m so dedicated
Turning up cups and blunts in rotation
Everybody on some it’s a celebration
Then we put her in rotation like a blunt
All she wanted was a zan
All she want a Percocet
Got on her knees and blew me like a fan
Shawty mind gone like a motherf**ker
Cause now she want me as a man
Said she wish she could buy it out the store
She wish my dick come in a can
I’m blood walking , Sipping grape street
And it’s hella tasty
Dozing off, hella faded
Hella lazy
I pop me a tab and f**k on that thot like I love that hoe
If it’s A1 I hit her right back like I want some mo’
This just how I live 24/7 I’m popping seals
And smoking by Bob Marley and this shit here harder than Holyfield

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Y. Gizzle]x2
Let’s double our cups
Let’s drink up some drank
Let’s get under influenced
My dick is a drug
She say she in love that bitch under influenced
Pop a zan
Pop a perk
Pop a molly
Paparazzi, Paparazzi
I know they watching

[Verse 2: Y. Gizzle]
I just popped 4 of em’
Ooh, I feel it , I feel it
James Brown got the feeling
Bobby Brown mane I’m twitching
All this yellow got me itching
Got me shouting like a Christian
The way I’m mixing these drugs together
You would think I was a chemist
Bad bitch named Christian
She sucking dick just to hit a cup
Ooh lil mama be turning up
We shoot a film when she get with us
She do the team she don’t give a f**k
Just like my cup mane she double up
She going hard to the runner up
Just like the loud mane we burn her up
I be swerving in traffic
I might catch me a DUI
f**king with MoneyBagg Yo
Got me ducking the FBI
Call me double cup Gizzle
Call me pour it up Gizzle
Every time you see me
I’m under influence lil nigga

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Y. Gizzle]x2
Let’s double our cups
Let’s drink up some drank
Let’s get under influenced
My dick is a drug
She say she in love that bitch under influenced
Pop a zan
Pop a perk
Pop a molly
Paparazzi, Paparazzi
I know they watching

Dax – Wack Ass Rappers 2 Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse]
Put a couple bitch niggas on, now they talk back
Now they pray on my fall, better fall back
Hit ’em whip ’em dismissing ’em all never call back
Stumble mumbling niggas with words what you call rap
Man this shit is a catastrophe
My next bars coming up are an analogy of savagery
The blood straight thicker than water I’m going drrrrr for the family
So I hit ’em wit a semi automatic
I’m running these niggas static
They bleeding I made it g-g-g-g-g-graphic
I’m killing and wreaking havoc destroying every dynamic
I’m putting niggas in plastic
My reach is fucking organic
They broken I’m the mechanic
They stole it I took it back then replaced it with something magic
Completely different and classic
The size of the fucking planet
Gigantic and so galactic volcanic and so sporadic
These niggas tried to put boi Dax to sleep
I go hard 24/7 days a week
I’m strong they weak
I put you niggas on ya feet
You can’t compete today, ye
Let ’em have it, have it
Want something you better go grab it, grab it
Ain’t beefing with niggas they average, average
Vegetarian niggas you cabbage ,cabbage
Wasn’t even a friend
They hopping up on the trend
They tried to put me to bed no damage, damage
Now I’m stacking the bands
And living life on the edge
They jealous broke and depressed
I’m lavish, lavish
Ya you niggas can’t rap with me
You ass you cheeks
You living in a fantasy
I tried to turn you into gold like it was alchemy
You passed on me
And now you fucking after me
See I’m as good as good gets, you niggas good at best
My bests better than the best when my bests at rest
I’m like zion when I’m rappin niggas can’t contest
My bars dunking on yo head because you lack context
You the niggas in the gym who do nothing but flex
With no weight on the bar pushing off yo chest
Then act like you stronger then that one huge nigga in the gym
Who can curl your whole weight for reps
You crazy lazy your hate don’t phase is pays me
10x what you make daily
What I made this year is equivalent to what you’ll by the time your 80
Fucking wit the rhythm hit em with precision
I don’t ever miss ’em my bars like guns no safety
Put ’em position, then I let ’em diss ’em
Then I had to kill ’em you tried I applaud your bravery
How you try to play me like that
I got the mop so it’s impossible for me to be trash
You really thought that I would stop I’m putting niggas on blast
Unleash the beast
Kamehameha on ya ass
Where you at I better see you react like Shaq
No homo I’m finna Dontai nut yo ass
No slow mo, I’m going so fast
Fucking a bag
Fuck it I’m mad
Fuck it you had
I gave you a chance again
Janitor janitor janitor another reference
You stupid if you think that silly word cud diminish this mufukin’ excellence
This is effortless, I shouldn’t be so generous
Switched on niggas no Ellen DeGenerous
Say my name like Destiny’s Child
You say it only to get relevant
Your irrelevant niggas can’t grind how I grind
Shine how I shine
Rhyme how I rhyme
Youtube rapper or mainstream rapper
After I drop this nigga I’m top 5
Niggas wanna bang on my line like a tuxedo like we all got ties
No beef five guys try to rap in this beat you’ll drive get stopped like a DUI
Y’all lack originality the insecurities you tried to place upon me are what you have in actuality
Continue the hate y’all focused on me I’m focused on me
Thats double my pay plus tip
I just quadrupled my rate, then flip drop shipped in every state
Y’all hating on me I’m praying for you and that’s the mufuking reason you can’t be great
They crazy
These wack ass rappers gotta play me
I am your father your my babie
They bit my style now I got rabie
Who get ’em moving like this
Who gets ’em grooving like this
Niggas be moving on my go
Niggas been lying on him
Bitches been trying to get it
Wiggity wack and they all know
Nigga it’s plain to see
Dax nigga I’m the one they pay to see
Finish niggas finish like A to Z
Uh, fucking up a bag while I talk my shit
I done made a couple million wit no radio hits
They say Dax can’t rap, what the fuck this is
Head bopping with a frown when they play my shit

DJ LUKE NASTY – Last Night (feat. Rotimi)

[Intro: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi]
Rotimi
Wait, eh
Three!

[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty]
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy

[Verse 1: DJ Luke Nasty & (Rotimi)]
Uh, Who am I?
I’m Luke Nasty with two eyes (two eyes)
I got hoes all on my line (my line)
Like a DUI
When I hit it from the back (ay)
I put my hands all on her spine (spine)
She a bad yellow bitch
Sign tatted on her side
And she 5’5 but she love that 6-9 (she do)
And when I’m on top I make her cum six times
It’s ironic cause’ she bi (she bi)
We smoke chronic and get high (get high)
Work alot nine to five (five)
And let me up in them thighs
So I could see what it taste like
Girl you know it’s sweet
Girl when I go deep, you leave a puddle in my sheets
I got a thang for her (thang for her), a thang for her (thang)
And she know what she came for (huh)
So I’ma give her dick
She like her face down ass up
Girl get nasty like a bag lunch
She start strippin’ when she half-drunk
Back it up, I tell her back it up
Then I suck that pussy from the back of her
Nasty!

[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi ]
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy
I was in that pussy baby
Last night I was in that pussy
I was in, I was in it all night, all night, oh
Last night I was in that pussy

[Verse 2: DJ Luke Nasty & (Rotimi)]
Uh, Who am I?
I’m Luke Nasty with two eyes (two eyes)
Girl I know you want this dick (this dick)
I could see it in your eyes (see)
Ass like Nicki girl
Let’s have a minaj
I’m tryna’ eat yo’ pussy
Have your friend on the side
She like blah, blah, blah (blah)
Boy you know that’s mine (know)
Can nobody ride it like I ride
And still keep it inside

[Verse 3: Rotimi]
Baby for the night
You’re my dessert
I wanna taste it
I wanna lick it, oh
Bend down, yeah
Pull yo’ panties to the side, and watch me work, baby
I know what you want
I know what you need
Let me put it down, baby watch me eat it
I’ll take the panties off, take em’ off
Then I’m screamin’ roll, roll, roll I can’t take no more

[Chorus: DJ Luke Nasty & Rotimi ]
Last night I was in that pussy
Last night I was in that pussy
I was in that pussy, I was in that pussy, baby
Last night I was in that pussy
I was in, I was in it all night, all night, oh
Last night I was in that pussy
Yeah

Yo Gotti – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Let’s get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you’re bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain’t raise no hoe, ha

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one [?]
Pay for it you gotta buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & French Montana]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on you (choppas style)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
‘Rarri sittin’ low, smokin’ on the loud (skrt skrt)
[?] dropped the bags off find an Uber
Catch me with the models up in dyckman smokin’ hookah (haan)
I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan)
From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan)
She double-bag fuck me with her friends, ha (haan)
Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan)
Choppa style, ridin’ with a shotty
Two-fifty on my wrist
Tryin’ to soak all my body, ha

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
The beat is classic, but so am I
I [?] out the plastic to get ’em high
She rolled a diesel now we’re drunk, there’s a DUI
Bitch, [?] kids, between you and I (you and I)
Pop pop that pussy for a rich nigga
Girl you too real for a bitch nigga
I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you
Y’all look good together, bring your bitch with you
You get money (ha)
You a honey (ha)
Heard your homie got that loud shit
They call it [?], ooh
You make it rain (ha)
There’s a thunderstorm
Your real niggas with you, they your day ones (hey)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

Z-Ro – Lit Up

[Tommy Lee Jones]
The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army its still off with your head

[Verse 1]
I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
Your fired if you are one minute late
I dont play about my time (Get your shit and go)
Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
That’s how I grind (how I grind)
If you try to take food off my table
I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die ’bout mine)
Unghh
If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your people
I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your evil
And if i do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha)
Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
Now how can I ball, how can I ball
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
You ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

[Verse 2]
Nigga I lit yo whole street
That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
So connected ‘Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
But I ain’t got no time for that
Gun in the front with a pound in back
I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
You can see where his mind is at
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil
But these niggas be and these bitches be
Having meetings ’bout killing me
For more show money and more hoe money
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
I don’t pretend to be cause I am
Y’all already know what I’m talking ’bout
But we gon’ keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

A$ton Matthews – Night To Remember (feat. Da$H)

[Intro: A$ton]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hol’ up
Zipper gang shit
Hol’ up
You wanna play rough?
OKAY

[Verse 1: A$ton]
Boy, we was raised from them shoulders
Turn you to victims or soldiers
You smell the death ’round the corners
But baby we used to the odors
You better pay what you owe us or you’ll be a gift to the Lords
Ou baby, thugging it costs, summertime, block in the shorts
I’m ‘posed to die tonight, see if they stick to the course
I get the brrrt from the source
I put the lock in her jaws
100’s and 50’s all over them titties, but please baby keep all the locks off my doors
Dropping a 5 in a liter, drop from the top like she Lita
She got the throat of a diva and got a face like Aaliyah
Treat her like I don’t need her, dismissed
Bending corner, wig shopping, ay
Put you on a shirt and get a day
Zipper gang, we pull up, leave a stain
1Up, 2Up, 3Up, beat the case
Youngin’s thirsty, lurking for a name
Close or open casket for the fame
All depending how you wanna play

[Interlude: A$ton Matthews & (Da$H)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we need all that (yeah, so)
All that, bitch, you smacked (yeah, so)
Headshot, face shot, neck shot, all that (yeah, so x2)
Flatline, you dig? (yeah, so x2)
Well

[Hook: A$ton Matthews x2]
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
But it look like a night to remember
But it look like a night to remember

[Interlude: Da$H]
You already know who the fuck it is man
You already know who the fuck it be
Mr. Stop Fucking Playing With Me, man
Pull up, hop out, take your bitch, get knocked the fuck out
No type time, I’m on no type time, we on pussy

[Verse 2: Da$H]
Walked in, I looked like the man of the hour
The one with the pistol, the one with the power
Your bitch suckin’ dick cause her nigga a coward
Got paid off it all, from the pills to the powder
Doing business so they hatin’ it
If we want it then we takin’ it
Chalk line, yellow tape and shit
Smut her out, you probably datin’ it
Got the package and I made it flip
He got hit, then we arrangin’ it
Shells in faces, we in enragin’ it
Diamonds dance like a Jamaican bitch
Dirty Whine on the necklace
DUI, I’m ridin’ reckless
Uh, yeah, she on ya line for the textin’
And she in my spot for the sex, nigga
Yeah, So, No
Gang member, flame sender
Bad man, mad man
Red ragging, toe tagging
Rack stackin’, no lackin’, nigga
Keep it bool or else we uppin’ toolies
Clips on clips, it ain’t no fuckin’ movie
Don’t associate with fuckin’ goofies

[Hook: A$ton Matthews x2]
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
But it look like a night to remember
But it look like a night to remember

Thundercat – Dui (Drunk Album)

Sometimes you’re alive
Sometimes you are dead inside
With the time to read between the lines of life and death
Sometimes it’s okay
Sometimes it’s the worst thing ever
Hopefully you work it off and get a DUI

You will see that it’s not so bad
There’s always tomorrow

Bottom of the glass
At this point you’ve made an ass
And your friends will let you know tomorrow

I’m so tired

One more glass to go
Where this ends we’ll never know

GHOSTEMANE – Rapture

[Hook x2]
I’m sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don’t you procreate

[Verse 1]
Soon as the moon hit its peak
Bound your hands and feet
Placing my hand on your face
Uttering Latin speech
Pulling a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
Soon as Vega hits the zenith I pull it and you bleed
I don’t respond to no beef
I would rather croak
I’m too enlightened to speak
Yes I am too woke
Pentagram on my ski
But just to provoke
You to question and seek
What you think you know

[Verse 2]
Don’t pop
Fuck dope
Drunk at the citadel
Sip the blood of Christ
Drive
Now I got a DUI
Old soul
Really tho
Never leave my house I don’t
Wanna go
Anywhere cuz in a full room I’m alone
No I don’t
Feel like I’m from here at all
Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
Making me a thing from a world where we don’t give a fuck
About what anyone else doing I would rather not know

[Hook x2]
I’m sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don’t you procreate