"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy Club where theres a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
on tonight. If you got the skills you better get your hiphop ass
on down here, cause we got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel"
(The fuck... fucks... trying to freestyle... oh, I'll be down there.
Yeah, I got something for all these muthafuckas down there. Yeah.)
Mortification is my next demonstration
I'd ask you for a light pumping gas at the station
Heres my situation: I hate many people
So I hear no evil say no evil just like Kanieval
Leave you headless, bloody mess
Like you was ridin a Ducati
Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry
I'll probably murder you, voices tellin me do what he say
"Kill the DJ! Fuck what he play! Mayday Mayday!"
BOOM BOOM, blood's all over the room
I fucked your bitch like a witch with the broom
Dooms-day, murderers say,
"All y'all must pay when the buck shots spray!"
Who wants to challenge me?
Grab the mic and bust your rap
But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps
Leaving bodies piled up in freestyle clubs. Fuck!
You better make room! BOOM like what!
WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Killers run up in this bitch, start bustin off shots
Hitting mirror balls, lazer lights, and people on the top
I'm lookin for the DJ 'cause he dont see it my way
I'm 'bout to blow him out his headphones and spin some abk
I'm like a Molitove cocktail breaking on your wall
I'm setting shit off, I'll blow your lid off, your