Brotha Lynch 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
polkadots, ...(?) 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 niggaz
can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil

I'm hard-boiled like
John (?), 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 b