(Mr. Spade)
Mr Club f*** 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?
f*** 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 b**** a bone.
Mr. Club take these m****f****z 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 a**asin 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
Cuttin through fools, landin back in the crate
Yo Club, give these f*****s 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 m********** hands
f***** ova otha DJs
(b**** I'm The Man!)
Wanna battle with my DJ, You already lost
He don't battle, he'll cut your a** up at all costs
Scratch it up Mr Club, he be scrappin in the club
m********* say what? Don't get f***** 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!
Mr Club f*** 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?
f*** 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 b**** a bone.
Mr. Club take these m****f****z 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 a**asin 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
Cuttin through fools, landin back in the crate
Yo Club, give these f*****s 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 m********** hands
f***** ova otha DJs
(b**** I'm The Man!)
Wanna battle with my DJ, You already lost
He don't battle, he'll cut your a** up at all costs
Scratch it up Mr Club, he be scrappin in the club
m********* say what? Don't get f***** 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!