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Ready Steady ThunderWere running wild – While we’re waiting on the lineWe 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 |