Once upon a time In a faraway land A young producer Lived in a shining studio He had everything His heart desired And the music he wrote Came from the heart
But then One winter's night A group of haters Came to his weblog And offered him their love If he would make a rawstyle track
Repulsed by their haggard appearance The producer sneered at the gift And turned the haters away
As a punishment They placed a powerful spell on him If he would make a raw track The spell would be broken If not He would be doomed To remain hated forever