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