Brotha Lynch Hung Death Dance Lyrics

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