death dance

brotha lynch hung

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

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

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

do the death dance

i don't wanna see your hands

'til we

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

do the death dance

do the death dance

c'mon

i don't wanna see your hands

do the death dance

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

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

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