Ehh, are we recording?
I can't get any sounds out of my headphones...
Can you give me some hi-hats?
Just a little louder, just a little bit louder...
Yeah yeah yeah, I'm getting it now, it sounds good, sounds really good.
Yeah, we can do it now, we do it now, okey, okey, put the fader up to the top
And give me some volume.
Yeah that's good, that's good, I hear you, I hear you loud and clear.
What you feel, spin that will - I'll now take it from the top, because you're fucked up.
Okey, once again:
What you want, is what you get.
What you feel, spin that weel.
Come inside, check your head.
Look around, catch that chick.
Check the sound, my underground.
Move all up, get on down.
Forget the shit, fucking whore
Hip hop posse, kiss my balls, kiss my balls, kiss my balls, because you're fucked up.
Hip Hop'ing punk, picking our beat, assholes.
Come on in, get on up, here's the sound that'll fuck you up.
Fuck you up... Fuck you up... Fuck you up... Fuck you up...
Fuck you up... Fuck you up... Fuck.. You.. Up...
Because you're fucked up...
Now you know, so feel my flow.
Keep it real, from real to real.
Hip and hop, I hate that stuff.
Rock and pop, I've had enough.
Stations play, this can't be it.
I gotta pay, for all this shit.
Press eject, cut the crap.
Club sounds, bring it back.
I hate hip hop, I hate hip hop.
And nobody listens to hip hop - And nobody listens to hip hop -
And nobody listens to hip hop - And nobody listens to hip hop -
Because you're fucked up...
