(Mr. Spade)
Mr Club fuck it up!
Say what? Hes a nut
On the cut, cut it up
Otha DJ's shut it up
Is the Club just a thug on the wheels of steel?
Fuck how you feel, show these otha DJs how you kill
My DJ he gets down, mixing records, as they go round
With a big fat booty slap, give a bitch a bone.
Mr. Club take these muthafuckaz home

(Chorus x 2)
I don't use needles. I use steak knives
When I perform I gotta take ya life
I'm Mr. Club!
That's Mr. Club!
Mr. Club
He's Mr. Club!

(Mr. Diamond)
Mr. Club, the DJ assasin blastin,
Cuttin into yo heads with a passion
Transform choppin all those hip-hoppin
DJ mix-off, he cuts lids off
You kids soft, His records are weapons
He whips off hundreds in a matter of seconds
Yo Club, give these faggots something to hate

(Chorus x 2)
I don't use needles. I use steak knives
When I perform I gotta take ya life
I'm Mr. Club!
That's Mr. Club!
Mr. Club
He's Mr. Club!

(Mr. Heart)
Mr. Club cuts it up with his mothafuckin hands
Fuckin ova otha DJs
(Bitch I'm The Man!)
Wanna battle with my DJ, You already lost
He don't battle, he'll cut your ass up at all costs
Scratch it up Mr Club, he be scrappin in the club
Mothafucka say what? Don't get fucked up
By 2 turntables, My DJ's sick
Mr. Club Show em how you get ill with the mix

(Chorus x 2)
I don't use needles. I use steak knives
When I perform I gotta take ya life
I'm Mr. Club!
That's Mr. Club!
Mr. Club
He's Mr. Club!