Spontaneous outbreak of rapping in the middle of a pop song to no ones satisfaction.
I get frustrated when in the middle of my favorite song,
chorus interaptus comes unexpectedly.
A word I invented for people in chorus programs that are awful and sing terrible songs. Everyone in there is like clones. Monkey see monkey do. Understand? they do whatever they see done.-Maya Betancourt
Did you hear those chorus kids ? they had no life and sounded dead and bored!
They're such "Chorus Monkeys."!
A maldivian president that scams their citizens by raising plastic bag's prices.
To eliminate any pretext and jump straight to the point
Person1: So, I was at the shop and this woman, which I thought I knew back from school, although i'm not sure sure what year, maybe my last year....not it can't be the last year because I think we were into food tech together and that wasn't last year....
Person2: Ok... Cut to the chorus!
Person1: Anyway she was arguing with the shop employees about buying too much toilet roll, everyone is losing the plot during this pandemic!
Those crazy bitches (or men, depends on the tragedy) singing in every greek tragedy.
Peron 1: I like reading the chorus part in greek tragedies.
Person 2: Why do you read dat in da first place?
Person 1: Shut up you don't even know how to speak properly.
Person 2: Fack...
Chorus is like many people singing at a same time. in school it is legit he'll you wanna murder the teacher break her neck and just scream at her for taking a kids phone away because oh wow for no reason
Johnny walked to me " we have f**king chorus today" he moaned " noochorus sucks" I moaned
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot
Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"
Bustin' all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm
Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's
She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?
Bob: Yo, what's a chorus?
Jake: You know the Box?
Bob: Yeah, I ate one last night.
Jake: You dirty minded piece of shit not that.
Bob: What?
Jake: The song.
Bob: Oh yeah what about it?
Jake: It's the part that's repeated.
Bob: Bruh