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Lyrics
DJ Who-gives-a-fuck? No one, so listen up
Stick to ones and twos, you’ll bruise from fisticuffs
Givin up now is your only escape,
from an embarrassing fate, saving your vocals on tape
Now do I need to explain? Or should I leave that to you?
Givin your detailed notes on every punch line threw
So every vote will be crew, I’m sure you’re payin ‘em favors
Since Fu drew a picture of you naked, flamer
‘the first black wizards” an ass kisser and sack licker
Attached to his old (man) faggot avatar picture
So give your crit and advice, and call it a night
Go back to playing ‘Ricky’ on “My so-called life”
The only black cat who tries to sound white
Quit pluggin your nose, when you’re grabbin the mic
Oh look, its Dizzy Dustin, with carsick production,
This ugly ducklings fucking mother goose or something
Your nursery rhyme style wont pass the grade
That shits lamer than your handlebar moustache faze
Okay, what do we know about our girl friend Douglas?
He’s cool on computers but not in public
He’ll analyze your verse, but doesn’t spit, that’s dumb shit
He thinks he’s a ‘critic’ cause he’s built like Jon Lovitz
Oh, we’ve had enough from you-know-Who
What, where, the fuck you from son, Timbuktu?
Well shit, fuck you. Your boyfriends a rockstar
Clinging to a ‘bulls nuts’, wait I mean Oxnard
You’re givin California a bad rap, so stand back
You couldn’t fuckin flow if you were suckin a tampax
Your breath stinks like my as crack, exactly
Your punches couldn’t touch me if they came up and slapped me,
You cant be serious, delirious surely
I know it’s the net, but must you sound so nerdy?
Youre ‘certified gully’ bout as much as Dana Scully
DJ Who - hip hop’s version of the tele-tubby
A fuckin joke, broke DJ - not an emcee
And that’s apparent when you try to rhyme on beat
Go back to makin noises in your room alone,
You sound like mini-me, talkin about room for growth
You’ll never be a writer, DJ Who??? I don’t fuckin care,
You;ve got as much potential as a cancer patients pubic hair….
