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T H E C A T E M P to the I R E ... William, He's banging something all the time Du ga One of a kind and a dirty mind When he's pumped up ya better shake down on drums it's the mighty sound of Will Hull-Brown And now.. It's the certified unidentified flying object Low on the radar The tsar on any subject Earth-shaking, bread-baking, skin peeling Creating strong feelings With strings like double helix (In the Matrix Rizza on the bass fat like a dominatrix) Oh no here comes a solo bam When Ollie lets loose he'd make SongtexteA nunnery jam There's blood on the keys Oliver please Play something funky make us weak in the knees Watch out ladies, here comes Jum-Jumshady Scratching like a crazy man who understand Socrates Believe anything you want and it has to come true Jumps saw a tiger jump a cow over the moon H to the A to the double R Y The sound of his trumpet Rumble in the sky The first time we met Set this town on fire Since then blows the battle horn Of the Empire Are you looking for a thought Are you looking for a style Are you looking for a dance Are you looking for a smile Are you looking for a look Are you looking for hip-hop You might be looking for Felix Otherwise known as SRECKO! The Horns! Or should we say the horny section? In took a while but now they got direction Playing them cat riffs Turning out fat hits About to show you why you bought tonight's tickets Aus Songtexte Mania