Mike T’s Funky Scratch

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Scratching [1 Verse] Suckas, pack up your shit And all your bunk DJ equipment Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent So be prepared to be measured for a coffin Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and Faggots, please I don`t think you can tag this Cuts deeper than the depth's of Atlantis But then they ask, 'how low can you go?' No questions this is my DJ's solo So freak it, go ahead Mike get kinda funky Sharp like a guillotine, kick ass like a donkey If there is any contenders you can't match My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch Scratching [2 Verse] One more introduction In other words I'll keep bussing Lyrics after lyrics, so keep on rushing Technique 1200's is what he's using Blow after blow Mike T is 1-2ing and 3ing But don't forget about the E and Who's got the back up. So punk just slack up Dont cross his path cause he'll put you to the test Reminds me of the wicked witch from the west So for your own safety I think I ought to Tell you its curtains and then flip the quarter So stay in last place, you just can't match My DJ Mike T with his fucking funky scratch. geah Scratching [Outro] Back for the mutherfucking '91 My DJ Mike T's in the fucking house Down with the MC Eiht, Compton's Most Wanted Crew Housing the mutherfucking set Killing 'em off side by each. Audi 5000