sh*tty Rave Track lyrics

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 ass, okay?

God this sucks (f*ck!)

f*ck on the floor and break sh*t (f*ck!)

So I wonder what came first, the sh*tty music, or the drugs
So you make music that sh*tty
And everyone sits there and goes; "god, this sucks!"
No, no, take these drugs!
"Play the.... play the record again
f*ck that's so good!" (good, good...)
You can kiss my f**king ass, okay?

God this sucks (f*ck!)

What the f*ck?!

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*ck happened, you guys?!
Where's the balls?!
I mean, are-are these people born without testosterone?!

God this sucks (f*ck!)
f*ck that's so good! (good, good...)

I don't know which came first, sh*tty rave music or the drugs
Okay like -dead-, these guys may come up, get their Macintosh computers out and hire DJ f*ckhead