Dance With The Devil

歌詞

Shoot him again! Why? Hes still dancing! Ha ha ha You wanna dance with the devil nigga? Who wanna dance? we could throw the hands make the music stop We could pop and lock till my man's let the buddha pop Hit a running man, make his cabbage patch do the wop Silva Mac 10, make him backspin, (planet rock?) Aerosol flow, spray it till y'all know em Like spit from beat street defacin what y'all wrote Amazin the way I crush MCs like hard Coke Stop 'em out! Give 'em the beat like Tony (?) This is me saying, I blow heat out the throat When I leak that pyro speech niggas is toast And I'm deep like Hip Hop Police (on each coast?) The X is back, rest in peace to BO But yesterday is gone, so fuck stressin the hard lesson Let's get it on with the strong defence like Artests The loves gone and my hearts restless I'm goin' hard like the first terror squads Armageddon But you can dance with the devil if you like But if you gon dance, know you dancin' for your life Now run and tell ya man Armageddons gon get him Dancin' with the devil they gon die to rhythm Die to the rhythm, motherfucker gon bleed Try to tangle with me, Ima kill him to the beat The same thing go for anybody ridin' with em Die to the rhythm! (?) body frame (?) Choreograph yo murda, call it art with a burna (?) horror rap (?) To dance you to sleep then autograph your sheet with my urine Geddys pain be the purest, no man can endure it I'm sick in the head, no amount of meds could cure it Its code red when I'm on the mic, clear the building I spit flames, the fire might engulf the ceiling Leave 'em coughin, feelin' nauseous with the chills So of course this makes me officially ill Kill 'em flawless, geddys graceful with the steel So take caution or die faceless when I peal Now you neva gon dance again like G. Michael Cause you ain't got no rhythm and the streets don't like you Leave a rapper on the dance floor dyin' and shakin' That's what happens when you dance with Satan Bring in the chorus (?) with the devil when the pale moon light Hold hands with the devil tryin' to plead for your life I got a pitch fork, a shovel, and a possessed flow And I'm pissed off beyond any level you'll know So you don't wanna know me, the rap Aleister Crowley Sacrificin whack rappers, black magic ceremony This is what it be. I put the glizzy to your cheek And blow the back out yo bony skull cap on beat