Guten Abend Linz, wie geht's euch soweit? Da sind wir noch so schüchtern um die Uhrzeit. Ich habe gefragt, wie es euch geht. Die Technik ist auch gut drauf. Leib und. Hey, meine Lieben, ein Ball ist kein Ball ohne Mitternachtseinlag eigentlich. Und wir waren nicht links und queer, wenn wir es eine halbe Stunde später machen. Ja, das ist die richtige Einstellung. Ja, super. Auf jeden Fall. Ich bin Eric Bicklitt und ich hoffe, ihr habt einen klitthösen Abend und feiert euch gescheit. Bevor ich jetzt da viel zu sehr in Stimmung komme wegen so charmanten Komplimente, habt ihr Bock auf die nächste Nummer? Das ist schon wieder gar nicht überzeugend, oder? Gebt's mir nochmal alles, arbeitet ein wenig mit so. Habt ihr Bock auf die nächste Nummer? Sehr gut, da werden meine sehr männlichen, weiblichen Genitalien echt begeistert, wenn das so weitergeht, meine Lieben. Ich bin schon stimuliert, ich bin schon heiß. Ja, dann gehen wir Gas, würde ich sagen. Die Nächsten, die auftreten, ist das Street Dance Collective. Ja, da sind die Fans. Wo sind die Fans? Guck mal her, guck mal her, Fira. Kennst du euch persönlich leicht? So, du bist wer? Die Anna. Die Anna Christi. Und du bist ein großer Fan vom Street Dance Collective. Warum? Ja, natürlich. Hast du das schon mal gesehen? Ja, ich seh's gleich. Und ihr seht es auch alle gleich. Und macht es der Anna noch. Seid begeistert. Anna, einen riesengroßen Applaus für die Anna. Danke für die Mitarbeit. Großartig. Ja. So können wir feiern. So können wir die Würste teilen, vegan, vegetarisch oder olfaktorisch. Es lebe die Wurst! Was eigentlich in der kulturellen Bewegung der afroamerikanischen Jugendlichen in New York begonnen hat, hat auch hierzulande Menschen inspiriert. Das Kollektiv zeigt heute vier Leute und jetzt muss ich mir die Namen merken, um Gottes Willen. Michi, Talia, Jules und Lara, genau, danke. Haben sie das sehr zu Herzen genommen und werden jetzt gleich die Bühne wegfegen mit Freestyle-Dance, inspiriert vom Hip-Hop, inspiriert vom Breakdance. Also ich brauche gar nicht mehr sagen, außer es geht um die Wurst. Viel Spaß mit dem Street Dance Collective Linz! You Drowning your sorrows away that alcoholic nightmare that you call life Is this your life? and you need to get out are you tired of your wife that you have been beating on for years to come and years to go away I thought so yeah yeah yeah I'm looking at you I'm sure you've done it Don't even stop and look around because I know you have So you need to just turn your face and get out Or how about that slave driving boss you got? He's always coming up in your face talking some garbage And it feels like you got about a quarter at the end of the week Doesn't it feel like your brain has been auctioned off, huh? Tell him, get on, get out Are you tired of that girl you've been hanging with lately? I'm sure she's tired of you because she's looking at that guy next door So you know what you gotta do? You gotta tell her move on and get out Get out សូវាប់ពីបានប់ពីបានប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពីប់ពី You know, there's nowhere to hide. There's nowhere to go. There's nowhere to hide There's nowhere to go There's nowhere to stay Nothing you can jack Daniels do You know Just get out I know you feel like taking your Porsche Your Peugeot Your Volvo 940 Whatever the hell it is And just like driving it off a cliff Don't you Because it can't make the payments So what do you feel like, huh? Get out. Yeah, you're a dog, but a girl you've been with since like before high school and all that. Y'all chilly willy and all that good shit. And next thing you know, she turns and done flips on you. And goes out with your best friend. How you feel now? You want to get out? Or something like to the effect of you're running home, you're working all day long, and you're a catch. Your house on fire. That sounds good. Yeah. Now what you want to do then? You want to do then? You want to get out. We'll be right back. Gigi Aaliyah Saint Nick Saint Nick Jim and Lee I pulls up in my stretch I let my homegirls flex my 9-8 Folks the closer they follow in my limo Playing CDs Of when I used to eat, totally in my ass cheeks, they sweat these beats, but any kind of G, you know how I is, so freaking hot that I see it, gee whiz, get my clothes tailored like I'm Liz, Miz, I'm coming for your ass in a million seconds, hours, everything I do seem to bloom like flowers, I cruise these beats like I'm driving in the bow. Some of y'all MCs mad I got the power. I hit you with the. Take that. Niggas want to scare when I. Take that. What. Take that. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. 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I'ma get my niggas, nigga, go and get your hoes Flow to me, come so natural I'ma take a stroll, roll this hydro I'ma take my ass and pizzazz a S-Tow Slow, damn, dig diggy diggy low Izzy, Izzy, Zaza, Zaza, Zaza Bitches be talkin' like they all rah-rah Dizzy, Dizzy, Blaza, Blaza, Blaza None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy, Izzy, Zaza, Zaza, Zaza Bitches be talkin' like they all rah-rah Dizzy, Dizzy, Blaza, Blaza, Blaza None of y'all fools ain't got shit on Mac Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Me again Allow me to pick up where I left off The biggest phenomenon And I'm Picasso with a pen Niggas always talk shit until I hit em with the realness Figured I should say some but you don't wanna hear me vent You could talk bad all day long I would never be impressed Don't know what I did to make you feel that you'd be under my respect You do not scare me, no you are not a threat I'm Jay-Z on a bad day, Shakespeare, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on a bad day, I'm on All I do is kill shit, shit, even when I'm trippin' I'm Jay-Z on a bad day, Shakespeare on my worst days Never been a punk, trust you can get it in the worst way Fuck it, let me get a birthday cake and an Amy for my birthday Cause when I switch, then they wanna say that I'm a bitch You're not listening, you're not listening I said it with my chest and I don't care who I offend Uh-huh Came through swinging at the gate on a mad one, no fucks Stepping to the kid, trying to bring it, I promise you'll have no luck You sold out for a quick buzz and honey, you got no love No less than what I know that I'm worth and I won't budge In and out the doorways, juggin', juggin' through the broad day And anywhere would I be now if I went in under your way I've been exhausted, man I think I need a tour break Might take a trip to the Philippines and my Spanish boy Jorge Hold up my flag, I come back in town and I need an ounce to do more things Take mom on a spree, I get anything we want, this is your madness Guys never layin' even on ten and still they can't manage They think I'm a shy one, like no, sins won't flip But when I switch, they don't wanna say that I'm a bitch I said it with my chest and I don't care who I offend. 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