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Lords of the Boards 2002
Disc 1
01. Was zählt
02. Schwule Mädchen
03. Leaving You With This
04. Down Like Me
05. Nationalhymne
06. Like a Flower
07. Lyn
08. Black-Eyed
09. Turn
10. Bliss
11. I Feel Loved
12. October Swimmer
13. 19-2000
14. A Little Respect
15. Drive
16. Dear Morning
17. Just Sitting Here
18. Stash Up
19. Ocean Spray
20. Be Like That
Disc 2
01. C’mon
02. Between Angels and Insects
03. Nothing Going On
04. Ich will
05. Niemand
06. Wir gehn ab
07. Unbelievable
08. Room With a View (Give Me Shelter)
09. Giving In
10. Voices
11. Linchpin
12. Rise
13. In Control
14. XXX
15. Black and White
16. Killer
17. Hüpf
18. Rokinyablokz
19. Kalter Schweiß
20. Flash for Ferris MC
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Check your ass up, smoke grass up
And if you in the back then you gonna get passed up
Mateo, better pass me that bong
The night is short and I've been waiting too long

To enter into another dimension
Pull the smoke into my lungs and release the tension
And by the way, did I happen to mention?
How stash operates so start the dissection

1, 2, don't forget your crew now
3, 4, sit facin' the door
5, 6, never know when it hits
7, 8, it's gonna be too late

Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up
Put your hands up, this is a stash up
Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up

Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

Ring the alarm
And now the sound is dying, oh
Ring the alarm
And now the stash is creeping, oh

Psychological, past diabolical
Encrypted in code biological
Rejected, genetically defected
Or maybe just slightly misdirected

Murder by numbers, straight undercover
Step into my cypher and you're six feet under
Do a dance and let her know that you're feelin' it
Locked up 'cause you know I was dealin' it

Hydroponic, super bionic
My HK is chrome and my bombs are atomic
Step to the back with your monkey ass
Better take cover 'cause we're ready to blast

Bocka, bocka, bocka, bocka

Now I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker

I don't give a fuck
Not a single fuck
Not a single solitary fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck, motherfucker