Brotha Lynch Hung - Death Dance Lyrics
Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocksThat's realBout to show you somethin' new, don't worry about itUh-huh, yeah[Verse 1]Never had a life, never had a wifeI'd rather have a jack knife and creep through the nightSee my mind ain't right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)This grind ain't right, I'm supposed to have fat stacksCertain people in my life, they didn't have my backIt's hurtin' deep and I'm still fightin' to make a come up, you know whatSo I put the gun up, and I picked up the micThen it all came out, it was a very bloody sightIt 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 knocksWe tote glocks and punch holes in 'em like polka dots, scopin' plotsIt's nothin', I handle raps like I handle lacsPlus I, I handle this like I handle thatI got skills in this battle rap, matter factYou could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macsHow 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 quickAnd if you can't see it you must got glock-comaI'm sicc in the head and I'm not sober[Chorus] x2Do the death dance, (C'mon)Do the death dance, C'monI don't wanna see your handsDo the death dance[Verse 2]See, I'm try'na do damage to your soilHalf you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foilI'm hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb tooYou must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all coolI've been stressed out, lookin' for the best routeSendin' out death certificates, what's this all about?I'ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wannaI had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uanaCrooked like every daytona, get thatSmash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one outPut one in, take one outI make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)I'm that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad newsIt's cold blue and I can make your body cold tooHe ain't the only one, we got heavy right out the ChevyAnd it's a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is pettyAight, everybody get ready[Chorus] x2
