Ready Steady Thunder

Were running wild – While we’re waiting on the line
We live to ride - Yeah, we'll fight against time
All eyes on me – See me speeding like a gun
Fast as a bullet
The race has just begun

Watch out...
I’ve got a heart of chrome
Watch out...l'm ready to explode
'cause gasoline is running
through my veins
And I am totally insane

Ready, steady, thunder! Ohohohoho
Ready, steady, thunder! Ohohohoho
We are speeding hunters Ohohohoho
Ready, steady, thunder! Ohoh

A cloud of dust – and a thousand smoking pipes
At twisting speed – of a thousand screaming bikes
A flock of steel – Heading through the burning air
It’s almost like – Riding an electric chair

Ready, steady, thunder!



12. I Hate Hip Hop

Hey you motherfucker
You rotten hiphop sucker
You call yourself a rapper
I call you wannabe

You talk 'bout pimps and bitches
You're having me in stitches
You talk about your rhyme skills
Ain't that ridiculous

I hate, I hate
I hate hip hop (hip hop)
you know what I mean
I hate trash pop (trash pop)
so stupid and clean
hip hop trash pop
I give a fuck
I'm the Hip Hop Hater
I need rock, rock

Hey bloody techno DJ
You're showing off the whole day
You think you're a musician
I call you wannabe
Your girl's boobs look fantastic
Everything is plastic
Your music is just playback
It’s trashy, cheesy, cheap