Fat Boys Scratch Fat Boys

One two, one two in the place to be
Just open your eyes and you will see
That I'm the Chief Dominator called Kool Rock-Ski
And to my side, the Prince of Rap, Prince Markie Dee
And we're back with rhymes galore coming out the back door
To show you our devastating creation to rock-shock the nation
[?] four, five, six [?] people's [?]
He's our Cutmaster, DJ Doc Nice

Our DJ is a music generator
Cut specialist when he's on the cross-fader
A masterpiece rocker, rhythm powerlord
Defends with his music, he doesn't need a sword
His mixes are precise, he'll never do it twice
He's our Cutmaster, DJ Doc Nice

To never bite a mix is his only occupation
He practices for hours to make his own creation
His music is possessive (his cuts are aggressive)
B-boy is his style (?)
And if you should miss him (at any extension)
That way he [?] a set (there's no competition)
High potent energy (for a musical treat)
Doc Nice;s on the wheels (and he can't be beat)
By any DJ (that's in his way)
Like a lion don't play (you know he will slay)
So say what you want (if you dare)
Doc Nice's on the wheels so you better beware!