Goldie Lookin Chain: My Dj

My dj, my dj, my dj, my djMy dj's unique in this rap gameEven if his scratches sound mostly the sameHe can scratch with his hands, his cock or his feetSometimes to the music and sometimes to the beatWhen he's scratching, it looks like he's having a fitHe took this girl home and scratched off her cl*tWhen he was born, he was made to fadeAnd he's so fukin' hot, you wanna be in the shadeYeah, scratch it, man, knows it.......Oh, he started off scratching his assAnd spraying spunk across the room into a glassBut now his party tricks is scratching on the techniquesScratching all night with a ten fag mixEight turn-tables lined up in a rowIt's like watching the paul daniel's magic showFrom the eighties, scratch master ken is his nameScratching the decks for the goldie lookin' chainChorus -Aw, my dj's so bad, he's so goodMy dj's so bad, he's so good, that's rightMy dj's so bad, he's so good, you knowsMy dj's so bad, he's so goodThis shit's fresh, braa...........been on the decks since 1983Oh, scratch master ken, cut up the breaksMixing up the beats like he's making cakesLike a bell-end with a sore that's weeping and catchingHe'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 rubberChorus -Aw, my dj's so bad, he's so goodMy dj's so bad, he's so good, that's rightMy dj's so bad, he's so good, you knowsMy dj's so bad, he's so goodChorus -Aw, my dj's so bad, he's so goodMy dj's so bad, he's so good, that's rightMy dj's so bad, he's so good, you knowsMy dj's so bad, he's so good