If Garth Brooks hadn't ruined country music, I'm fairly certain that Alan Jackson would have. That motherfucker put out some of the dumbest, cheesiest, sappiest shit in the '90's. He was an automatic channel changer for me when his maudlin crap would come on.
Gone Country - possibly the most cynical money grab in modern country music history, and that's saying something
Remember When - fuck off and I despise the notion that this song probably got you laid
Don't Rock the Jukebox - you aren't rocking a fucking thing, asshole
Dallas - how I wish your ass had stayed in Tennessee and off the radio, dickwad
Here in the Real World - Here in the real world, you're ruining a music genre. Just brutally murdering it.
Midnight In Montgomery - Hank Williams rolls over in his grave every time some asshat leverages his talent and legend to sell a fucking record.
Summertime Blues - There is a cure, it's avoiding your bullshit at all costs.
Livin' On Love - hell is a very loud place with this song blaring, I think
Tall, Tall Trees - that you should have been strung up to
Little Bitty - with what you did to country music, this is the size of your soul
Pop a Top - I like to see your top get popped
The list goes on. That guy can go fuck himself and the rest of you doing word plays with his trash can fuck off with him.