Brotha Lynch Hung - 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

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

Do the death dance, (C'mon)
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
(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

Do the death dance, (C'mon)
Do the death dance, C'mon
I don't wanna see your hands
Do the death dance