Death Dance lyrics

Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks

That`s real

Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it

Uh-huh, yeah



[Verse 1]

Never had a life, never had a wife

I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night

See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)

This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks

Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back

It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what

So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic

Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight

It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool)

Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands

`til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks

We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots

It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs

Plus I, I handle this like I handle that

I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact

You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs

How many times must I have to spit, patna?

And how many nines must I have to grip?

Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick

And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma

I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober



[Chorus] x2

Do the death dance, (C`mon)

Do the death dance, C`mon

I don`t wanna see your hands

Do the death dance



[Verse 2]

See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil

Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil

I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too

You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool

I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route

Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about?

I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna

I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana

Crooked like every daytona, get that

Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out

Put one in, take one out

I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)

I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news

It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too

He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy

And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty

Aight, everybody get ready



[Chorus] x2
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