OK everybody, we're the hi-tech gurus,
All the rage, always on the front page news,
TV and video, here to go-go,
On Radio PWEI, turn it on and turn it up high,
Like a ten truck, don't give a fuck,
And if you don't like the Poppies that's your hard luck
We cut and strut with military precision,
All cards are marked; unanimous decision!
It's finger-licking finger-clicking,
My mike sounds nice and the beatbox ticking,
Squeal like an eel, squirm like a worm,
We're hot getting hottermaking ears burn!

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Talking! Huh?
Talking! What?
Talking to you!

We can rap we can sing a thing or two for you
We'll talk of anything , everything if you want, thing,
The sky is the limit, the limit is the sky,
Why? PWEI
Say don't worry, no hurry to fret,
No jest, the best is yet to come
And some are just dumb when they say it's no fun
They gotta learn, we're seriously delirious,
the force is here with us
We ain't joking, we're just poking fun
At those poking guns up each others asses
At each and every turn
Rock so hard there's no time to roll
When the Poppies are on patrol, on patrol, on patrol,

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One-two check hi-tech in stereo, quadro,
Anyway you go but loose, one-oh-oh-one uses,
We got the juice to bruise the fuses
The volume in this room is much too groomed,
We need a big bad boom!
Noise KO! Disco inferno! Hey hoyo! Let's go!
Gonna rock the show, blow the speakers, see them glow,
So now you know it's not what you do,
But the way that you do it,
The speakers you blew but the way that you blew it,
PWEI always knew it,
We'll teach them all this song, it won't take long
Did it? We're through with it, hit it!