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 clit

When he was born he was made to fade

And he's so fucking hot you'll wanna be in the shade

Yeah scratch it man, knows it

Aw, he started off scratching his ass

And spraying spunk across the room into a glass

But now his paddy tricks is scratching on a Technics

Scratching all night with a ten pack mix

Eight turntables lined up in a row

It's like watching a Paul Daniels magic show

From the 80s, Scratchmaster Ken is his name

Scratching the decks for the goldy looking 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 know

My DJ's so bad he's so good

Oh, Scratchmaster Ken cuts up the breaks

Mixing up the beats like he's making cakes

Like a bellend with a sore that's weeping and catching

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

Scratching, scratching man, flip a deck man

Scratching

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 know

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 know

My DJ's so bad he's so good