" If I was a price tag I'd be like,"You ain't buyin' me" If I was a fresh ass DJ I'd be like If I was Jam Master J I'd be like If I was a cheap clock
you cause people don't be doing that shit But me...bitch...I'm all about it... Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky
And after I'm done, I want the panties gone Cause bitch I'm tearing that ass up I'm mashing down Gratiot, gay bashing Necks I'm slashing Haul assing
roll that grass up And after i'm done, iwant those panties gone Cause bitch i'm tearin that ass up i'm mashin down gratiot, gay bashin necks i'm slashin
hand it to Violent J and bury it away I'm on a spree killa for free without a conscience bitches we on a mission to bomb shit Twiztid, ICP, with that
off shoes, jump on the jock Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock His name is Jay and he's on his way To be the best DJ in the US of A J A Y
you outta your seat Make you booby to a savvier so that you know what you need Wait a time a minute don't break on me The rhymes come faster and the DJ cheats The DJ
" Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a
one, one, huh-hah!") Here we go (7X) [Run] Begin it, bust it DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n JM, J'n how ya livin in ninety-three cause we be three little indians
top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand So just a Bust a rhyme It's a must cause I'm Funky
got D.M.(C.), I got JM(J) I got Jeff (he's def) and Runny Ray I got a dog (a cat) a mouse (a rat) A fly (he won't die) and a little gnat My name is DJ
like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, got a Benz and a
got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues
pop charts I'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hard Get a clean check cut slip it in my account Write a money China white a lil' girl to wipe 'em
ain't never seen so much green Than when I seen when my team hit the scene It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody holla Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a
the host that afloats me the most was a goddam demon (Demon, demon) [Chorus:] When I was 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4 I knew I was a special one who had a
's right I'm liable to go out with a terrorist style I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style Viacom bought you, suckers I'm outta here nigga I'm
shut up, I'm bout to load the fuck up And if I hear another nigga in love I'm throwin' up Load it up, pick the gun up I'm fed up, cause radio wit wimp