Dancin’ On Ya Grave

Lyrics

(Mastamind) No longer shall anyone be saved Mastamind will no longer behave Motherfuckers like you has got me trippin Got my personality flippin So now... it's time to flip the clip in You stepped into a zone that's forbidden Death notices, I'm bein real I'm a scratch N-A-T-A-S up and down your chest Pass me all the necessary utensils Pass that mic and run the instrumentals I wanna rock that deadly rock that don't stop Come on doo wop to this glory helly crazy hip hop From the moon to the sun I'ma break it down deep Ain't no sleepin so ya get's no sleep Fools want to get wit' me, here I am come get me Take a trip to that underground city Walkin on hell's floors, walkin through hell's doors You fucked around and now hell's yours On top of ya grave, Mastamind grandstands You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance They say I'm illin like a villain, but fuck 'em I'm chillin... while I'm dancin on ya grave (Hook) Everybody's dancin Dancin on graves You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance They say I'm Dancin on graves, dancin on graves Dancin on graves (Esham) As I be boogyin, what could be better than Amen another sin, dancin on graves again Footprints all in the dirt, blood's on my T shirt I piss on your grave, so watch a straight G work I'm homicidal vital, so watch me rock my recital The U-N-H-O-L-Y is my motherfuckin title N-A-T-A-S, funky fresh in the flesh Flesh fresh funky, I'm a hip hop junkie I drop mad styles, my styles get mad But some get mad at me, but that's too fuckin bad If you wanna get some, you could be a victim And bring your bitch so she can suck my dick some Slide down a razorblade butt naked But when you scream, don't fake it Or I'mma dance on your grave (Hook 2x) (Mastamind) Me and the boogieman Boogyin down round your burial grounds Now... how that sound? The milly milly gat is packed All I can say is watch your back Why would you tamper with a maniac? Reasons unknown So where the microphone, I'm carvin your head stone In the name of RLP I've gone R-I-P of all niggas to fuck with- why me? I'm from the home of the brave, where niggas don't miss You got a death wish? Cool we can do this It's you against me, and E, and T-N-T Hurry, hurry, run nigga... stop flippin You can run but don't hide, cause I'ma still hit ya Natas is comin to getcha (Esham) I do my rain dance, pain dance, slam dance Body slam shit, goddamn I feel like slittin a throat But I'd rather just float On a track with the rhyme that I wrote Some can't cope, but hope I'm not dope My suicide solution- provoked, you get smoked RLP is what they're tellin me, sellin me G Mastamind, Esham, and TNT Mortification is my next demonstration This has been another Reel Life creation Rotten bodies are hobbies for a psycho And if you die... man, I just might go Dancin on your grave a little bit Talk a little shit, so you can suck my dick N-A-T-A-S, hell yes, we be dancin on your grave (Hook) Everybody's dancin Dancin on graves You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance They say I'm Dancin on graves, dancin on graves Dancin on graves (Repeats Till End)