Eifelland
Eifelland was a German Formula One team, named after its German owner Guenther Hennerici's caravan manufacturing company. Guenther owned a very successful caravan business and in the beginning he saw racing a great possibility to advertise his product. The name Eifelland was chosen after the Eifel mountains where Hennerici was born, which are located close to the Nürburgring.
Guenther had a twin brother Heinz who lost his left arm in the Second World War, however was a devoted racing driver who still holds a record in his group at the Nürburgring. Guenther and Heinz were very involved in racing in general and helped to establish the AC Mayen with many other racing fanatics in and from Mayen. Guenther's third wife Hannelore Werner was a successful Formula 2 driver, and Heinz's grandson Marc Hennerici was a very successful racing driver in his own right. Heinz was a popular figure around the Nuerburgring until his death.
However Guenther had quite a temperament which is still rather famous in and outside the paddock. Guenther sold his business a couple of years later and turned back to racing, but most of his achievements are lost. His dream from the 70's came true in 2010 with Mercedes Benz re-establishing itself into Formula One. Guenther and Heinz were very passionate about the old style racing and Guenther should be remembered as one of the pioneers and visioneers of modern German racing principals.
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by King Gordy
We Violent
by: King GordyI am a phenomenon...
[Verse 1]
Don't get it twisted for a minute
like I wont enter your skin and
create havoc all through your respiratory system, now you asthmatic
Sad and tragic, but through the madness I laugh at it
I start to unravel like gum wrappers. Stab 'em with thumbtacks
attackin all you wack bubble gum rappers
I am not human
I can get rushed and socked by thirty-two men and I am not movin
confusin you with this new shit, I will influence what you spit
I'm choosin all of this music, you're stupid. Your musics useless
Y'all ain't stoppin my verse
Hope you got faith, you're locked in a church
It ain't safe to walk through this Earth
There's a man with two horns in his head - he's quite sickening
They're saying he was born from the dead - Gothic description
On stage chokin himself to he's dyin
Got a million of my fans screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
[Chorus]
Y'all don't wanna get in this mosh pit WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't want my fighters to start shit WE VIOLENT!
Stage grabbin the crowd
Get crazy and wild
Got a million of players screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't wanna get in this mosh pit WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't want my fighters to start shit WE VIOLENT!
Stage grabbin the crowd
Get crazy and wild
Got a million of players screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
[Verse 2]
Everybody in the house tonight (uh huh)
Turn to the person next to you (ok)
Now soon as this motherfucking beat drops (WHAT!?)
Balls your fists up, you know what to do
Swing on him, kick him and punch him
Hit him in the stomach till he shit out his lunch and
his pupils is dialatin. His balls, they vibratin
The crown rushin the stage, I love it
This is the same shit and I made it
I get off on chaos, I'm sniffin up napalm
Go on stage at a rage, half of my face ate off
Put eighteen holes in your chest like the game golf
I spit crazy pores from the head, I am way off
They callin me hell's spawn. A terror never capture America terrified
They sayin I shouldn'ta left it
Now I'm in the industry, smokin weed wilin
Got a million of my fans screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
[Chorus]
Y'all don't wanna get in this mosh pit WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't want my fighters to start shit WE VIOLENT!
Stage grabbin the crowd
Get crazy and wild
Got a million of players screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't wanna get in this mosh pit WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't want my fighters to start shit WE VIOLENT!
Stage grabbin the crowd
Get crazy and wild
Got a million of players screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
[Verse 3]
Light of a God, heart of a soldier, blood of a king
Lightning rod, shockin your shoulders buckle your knees
Various fight techniques. You watchin the right, then the left'll swing
Take your best swing, now meet the seven piece
Rumble in the jungle, ballin knuckles
Throwin punches at him till he stumbles
Drips of blood become in bundles
I like fight songs that make y'all violent
Like them girls in them thongs that be sayin "he wilin"
Don't grab the mag if this man touch you
Mike Tyson his ass if his man punch you
and bite off his ear is he head-butts you
Where my Fat Killahz at?
If you beefin we eatin, know where he livin at
Kick him and beat him and leave in his kitchen smacked
This is for all my crazy fans that like to woop some ass
Drinkin on that Jackie Dan cause it's gets them mad
I can't believe, it I think I'm dreamin
I got a million motherfuckers screamin
[Chorus]
Y'all don't wanna get in this mosh pit WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't want my fighters to start shit WE VIOLENT!
Stage grabbin the crowd
Get crazy and wild
Got a million of players screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't wanna get in this mosh pit WE VIOLENT!
Y'all don't want my fighters to start shit WE VIOLENT!
Stage grabbin the crowd
Get crazy and wild
Got a million of players screaming loud WE VIOLENT!
WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE
VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE VIOLENT! WE