Off With Your Head, Dance Till You’re Dead

Lyrics

[NEME$1$] As I roll through Hollywood, with a shotgun on my lap I've been lookin for a sell out in my way so I can snap I been on the Yac, chronic and a ton of yay... We been stepped on but I'm makin sure it's done Today First I make a right and I'm headed down Melrose Stopped up at the light and I'm lettin all the shells go Hittin all the phonies, one shot, cuz I never chase I'm a music vigilante and I'm makin this a better place Headed to a label and I'm busting in the front door Flippin over tables and I'm showin them my gun show Imma let it blow, cock it back, movin up, behind a wall Jumpin in an office after contracts, imma find'em all Pistol whipped the CEO and all you heard was flicker sounds Headed to the nearest exit, burned the buildin to the ground Like a hound, on the hunt, for my prey Now I'm busting in the radio an I'm lookin for the DJ Told this culture vulture that there is no fuckin progress I'm lookin at his office and I'm seein damage Nas did Pac shit, these cowards got no power to my confidence I got this, a message to the ones who really not convinced It's a new era, and there is no room for fake people Most of these perpetrators really only fuckin hate people Sit up on their high chair, criticise the masses Wake up every morning just to make a fuckin status [Chorus] Off With Your Head Dance Till Your Dead Heads Will Roll Heads Will Roll Heads Will Roll On the Floor X2 [Kold-Blooded] I got a message for motherfuckers actin all big headed You gon regret the fuckin day you done forced me to get petty I wish you much success but yea I want my own It's gon be on if I don't feel I'm gettin what I'm owed I'm gettin tired of hearing folks who said they sold they soul I gave my life up for much less so I dont bitch and moan I put my pain up to my pen after I hit this bowl And now my brain off in the wind so where the fuck we goin? I don't listen to fake shit, or whats trending, I make hits Independent I give a shit you offended I say it again Till you feel it, so fuck an Internet rapper who's only hot for a minute And fuck these blogs and these promoters who can't handle they business I'll hurt yo feelings hoe, lets not get personal, can't no one touch my Flow Them streams is where yo body floats... So keep on tryna brag, keep on tryna boast...I'm out here making Music You out here making Posts bitch!