Terror On The Tables (1988 Acapella)

[Verse 1]

Play Terror's on the cut, listen up can't you hear him?

Don't sit there looking stupid, come on, help me cheer him

He might look like he's innocent, but don't get fooled

Soon as he touches turntables, he gets cold then cruel

Terror's tearing it up, I don't know how he does it

Every record that we give him, he plays it and he cut it

There's holes in all his clothes, that boy is a mess

He won't get up the turntables, 'til he show his best

So would you give us applause, clap your hands in his stance

And maybe then me and my crew we give some help for this man

[Chorus]

Uh-oh

Terror's on the tables

Uh-oh

Terror's on the tables

[Verse 2]

He's a cuttin' maniac, the boy won't stop

Come on Terror take a break, or maybe them he can wild

Last time we let him cut, he cut for three days straight

And at the rate he's goin' at, who knows how long he'll take?

Even when we eatin' dinner, he cuts with his plate

He brought his table and his records to his first date

I think the boy's insane, 'cause something has to be wrong

'Cause you can't get up on the tables and cut that long

He does it, he just stopped to eat, intravenously fed

Good to see he take his turntables and his records to bed

Oh, I don't know what to do, talking 'bout crew—

[Chorus]

Uh-oh

Terror's on the tables