Producers With Computers - WKTYLU lyrics

We know that you like us! And you know that it's true! We're Producers with Computers! And we don't like you! We know that you like us! And you know that it's true! We're Producers with Computers! And we don't like you! You want music commentary? Just ask me, I said I'm D-O-U-B-L-E S, I could be NME I'm not a fan of identical manufactured indie, colour by numbers, no originality I can follow the trend that you might expect or I can try and do it different and win some respect But see, I just wanna be me, I'm like everybody else, yeah, totally unique! Oh, was that supposed to be clever? Shut up and dance to it, I know you like whatevaa Mtv or radio plays you, why do you have to follow all the clichés too? You like to think that you're ahead of the game, but there's more thought in the lyrics of 'A Bay Bay' Forget about your music, you'll never transcendent, you forgot that indie means independent We know that you like us! And you know that it's true! We're Producers with Computers! And we don't like you! We know that you like us! And you know that it's true! We're Producers with Computers! And we don't like you! Does your mum have any kids that she likes? Does your mum have any kids that she wants? Does your mum have any kids that lived? Well I asked her and she did... not Does your mum have any kids that she likes? Does your mum have any kids that she wants? Does your mum have any kids that lived? Well I asked her and she did... not Everybody download, rip music, nobody buy a thing Whatever happened to 'just for the music'? f** your money, let's hear you sing! Everybody download, rip music, nobody buy a thing Whatever happened to 'just for the music'? f** your money, let's hear you sing! We know that you like us! And you know that it's true! We're Producers with Computers! And we don't like you! We know that you like us! And you know that it's true! We're Producers with Computers! And we don't like you! I'm not sorry if I'm not scene, I'm not sorry if I'm obscene I'm not sorry if my lyrics aren't wet like vag juice, it's watery margarine I'm not a thief like Richard or Judy, I'm not a chief, rich, hard or broody I'm not a dumb, thick retard, stupid, I got lyrics to cover with muted I perform lyrical brain surgery, indie's good? That's perjury! You're not a third of me. Imitate you? No one's heard of me! I don't murder like Madeline's mum, I don't want to be number one I spread the words of fun, I'm not gonna be gay, my bum's not dumb I see the smiles, I'm another mad MC who clearly reads your files I'm gonna reel off styles, make you so sick at this man that you turned paedophile I'm fit, I'm not fat, this track comes free with a built in heart attack You feed off crap. I did another sh** when the flush didn't work, are you gonna eat that?