| my DJ’s unique in this rap game
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| even if his scratches sound mostly the same
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| he can scratch with his hands, his cock or his feet
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| sometimes to the music and sometimes to the beat
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| when he’s scratching, it looks like he’s having a fit
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| he took this girl home and scratched off her cl*t
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| when he was born, he was made to fade
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| and he’s so fukin' hot, you wanna be in the shade
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| yeah, scratch it, man, knows it…
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| oh, he started off scratching his ass
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| and spraying spunk across the room into a glass
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| but now his party tricks is scratching on the techniques
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| scratching all night with a ten fag mix
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| eight turn-tables lined up in a row
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| it’s like watching the Paul Daniel’s magic show
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| from the eighties, Scratch Master Ken is his name
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| scratching the decks for the goldie lookin' chain
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| aw, my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good, that’s right
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good, you knows
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good
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| this shit’s fresh, braa… been on the decks since 1983
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| oh, Scratch Master Ken, cut up the breaks
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| mixing up the beats like he’s making cakes
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| like a bell-end with a sore that’s weeping and catching
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| he’s got the itch, so he’s scratchin'
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| scratch it, scratch it, man… flip the decks… look at 'im go, man.
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| …it's wicked… knows it… burning rubber, man…
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| look at 'im burning rubber
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| aw, my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good, that’s right
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good, you knows
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good
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| aw, my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good, that’s right
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good, you knows
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| my DJ’s so bad, he’s so good |