Soopa Villainz
Soopa Villainz - Mr Club songtekst
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(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!