There is nothing like going to a Euro music festival and hanging out with these like super-self-important guys who carry suitcases of records (records, records...)
You go tsji-ki-tsji-ki-tsji-ki-tsji..
You can kiss my f**king a**, okay?
God this s**s (f**!)
f** on the floor and break sh** (f**!)
So I wonder what came first, the sh**ty music, or the d**
So you make music that sh**ty
And everyone sits there and goes; "god, this s**s!"
No, no, take these d**!
"Play the.... play the record again
f** that's so good!" (good, good...)
You can kiss my f**king a**, okay?
God this s**s (f**!)
What the f**?!
And what are you?
-"I'm a musician, man, I'm a DJ"
You're a f**king thief of music
You're a record player (-player)
What the f** happened, you guys?!
Where's the balls?!
I mean, are-are these people born without testosterone?!
God this s**s (f**!)
f** that's so good! (good, good...)
I don't know which came first, sh**ty rave music or the d**
Okay like -dead-, these guys may come up, get their Macintosh computers out and hire DJ f**head