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What is this? They come out, they don't even have any instruments, they got two record players, they're going imitated scratching noise... Tonight I'm going to a DJ party! You know, a disc jockey party. I feel quite honored, as they asked me to do a little of my material at the party! It will be a great opportunity for me. This is what I'm going to do for them! Ah, come on!... Boo! Booo! - What the hell? - You know something, Scratchy? ... You got a problem ? mofo ? layin' into the bone is wakin' me up. Say he can't hang Ah, come on! Ah, come on! Let 'em have it! - Ah, my arm! And that, of course, is what he deserved for pretending to be a musician, when he was only a butcher