Ballad of DJ Tanner Lyrics

Im D-E-F like number 3 on the phone
Coming out your stereo or blowin up your head phones
This track, is guaranteed to make you move
We Krush Groove, and show improve
From the front of this place to the back of the room
From the window to the wall party till high noon
Silver Spoons Call me Ricky Schroeder
Because your girl rides my train when she comes over
Yeah, she loves her some DJ Tanner
Specially up inside her pink panther
I did her like, I did her like that
I did her with my waffle ball bat
SOOO Im Fahrenheit 451 degrees
I circle MCs
Because my style flips easier than SUVs
But please, excuse me (because)

DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
Im D-E-F like number 3 on the phone BITCHES

Tell me to warm up a crowd, shit Ill giveem heat rash
And makeem sweat fast like Mama Cass
Running laps in football pads
You dont have to do the math
I aint a gangster not even half
But I talk so much shit when I rap
You can listen to one track
And you will need a bath
MCs I break fast
Because my rhymes are dirtier than Amy Winehouses Vag
So there probably covered with blisters and scabs
More scars than something from Frankensteins lab
But Lee Malvo would hit it from the back of his car
Even if it was from a 100 + yards (Sorry)
Flashbacks to DC Sniper season
People are scared to pump gas, but for a different reason
You need a politician that you can believe in
But instead you can only find a rapping heathen

DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
Im D-E-F like number 3 on the phone BITCHES


Im like a kind in a wheelchair I never trip
I never slip, like a Sado Masochist
Im just looking for a girl to hit, SO,
Come on ma, let me hit it from the back,
But dont get scurd, I only talk like Im black
Another white kid from Jersey, trying to make a rap
Trying to make a track that will make people react
Like the first time they did a google search for scat
And this song is for every kid in the suburbs
50 cent fans that wannabe hustlers
their only weapon is a DVD with Danny Glover
That ride around in cars that used to be their mothers
Windows down, in the winter and the summer
Holding down jobs working at blockbuster
Damn, thats the life were living
Stone cold pimpin since my circumcision

DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
DJ Tanner aint nothing to fuck with
Im D-E-F like number 3 on the phone BITCHES