My DJ

My DJ, my DJ, my DJ, my DJ

My DJ's unique in this rap game

Even if his scratches sound mostly the same

He can scratch with his hands, his cock or his feet

Sometimes to the music and sometimes to the beat

When he's scratching, it looks like he's having a fit

He took this girl home and scratched off her cl*t

When he was born, he was made to fade

And he's so fukin' hot, you wanna be in the shade

Yeah, scratch it, man, knows it.......

Oh, he started off scratching his ass

And spraying spunk across the room into a glass

But now his party tricks is scratching on the techniques

Scratching all night with a ten fag mix

Eight turn-tables lined up in a row

It's like watching the Paul Daniel's magic show

From the eighties, Scratch Master Ken is his name

Scratching the decks for the goldie lookin' chain

Aw, my DJ's so bad, he's so good

My DJ's so bad, he's so good, that's right

My DJ's so bad, he's so good, you knows

My DJ's so bad, he's so good

This shit's fresh, braa...........been on the decks since 1983

Oh, Scratch Master Ken, cut up the breaks

Mixing up the beats like he's making cakes

Like a bell-end with a sore that's weeping and catching

He's got the itch, so he's scratchin'

Scratch it, scratch it, man.........flip the decks..........look at 'im go, man.......it's wicked.........knows it..........burning rubber, man.......look at 'im burning rubber

Aw, my DJ's so bad, he's so good

My DJ's so bad, he's so good, that's right

My DJ's so bad, he's so good, you knows

My DJ's so bad, he's so good

Aw, my DJ's so bad, he's so good

My DJ's so bad, he's so good, that's right

My DJ's so bad, he's so good, you knows

My DJ's so bad, he's so good