I stabbed the DJ
With an Army Knife
He stopped playing
But he was bleeding on the Tracks
He took off to see the Southside
Only found crusty bitches there
He rearranged his face
So he could head back North
Over to the Eastcoast
When money is spilling
With dollars to the ceiling
A record deal protest
They say I've got no soul
But the music here is evidence
That my rhymes are omnipotent
Fuck the secondhand Disc Jockey
Going underground just won't do
Listen to the rhythm on the surface
Like lollipop dick this song's for you..
DJ Hit that Button (By Seung B. Kim)
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