Mr. Club Soopa Villainz

[Verse 1: Esham]
Mr. Club fuck it up! Say what? He's a nut
On the cut, cut it up, other DJs shut it up
Is the Club just a thug on the wheels of steel?
Fuck how you feel, show these other DJs how you kill
My DJ, he gets down
Mixing records, as they go round
With a big fat booty slap, give a bitch a bone
Mr. Club take these motherfuckers home

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I don't use needles, I use steak knives
When I perform I gotta take a life
I'm Mr. Club! (That's Mr. Club!)
Mr. Club (He's Mr. Club!)
I don't use needles, I use steak knives
When I perform I gotta take a life
I'm Mr. Club! (That's Mr. Club!)
Mr. Club (He's Mr. Club!)

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Mr. Club, the DJ assassin blastin'
Cutting into your heads with a passion
Transform chopping all those hip-hopping
DJ mix-off, he cuts lids off
You kids soft, his records are weapons
He whips off hundreds in a matter of seconds
Cutting through fools, landing back in the crate
Yo Club, give these faggots something to hate