Death Dance

Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks<br>That`s real<br>Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it<br>Uh-huh, yeah<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Never had a life, never had a wife<br>I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night<br>See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)<br>This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks<br>Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back<br>It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what<br>So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic<br>Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight<br>It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) <br>Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands <br>`til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks<br>We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots<br>It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs<br>Plus I, I handle this like I handle that<br>I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact<br>You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs<br>How many times must I have to spit, patna? <br>And how many nines must I have to grip?<br>Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick<br>And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma<br>I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober<br><br>[Chorus] x2<br>Do the death dance, (C`mon)<br>Do the death dance, C`mon<br>I don`t wanna see your hands<br>Do the death dance<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil<br>Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil<br>I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too<br>You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool<br>I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route<br>Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about?<br>I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna<br>I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana<br>Crooked like every daytona, get that <br>Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out<br>Put one in, take one out<br>I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)<br>I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news<br>It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too<br>He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy<br>And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty<br>Aight, everybody get ready<br><br>[Chorus] x2