(Verse 1)
No longer shall anyone be saved
Mastamind will no longer behave
Motherfuckers like you has got me tripping
Got my personality flipping
So now it's time to flip the clipping
You stepped into a zone that’s forbidden
Death notices I’m been reel
I’m a scratch N-A-T-A-S up and down ya chest
Past me all the necessary utensils
Pass that mic and run the instrumentals
I wanna rock that, deadly rock that, don't stop
Com'on do hop to this glory how dat crazy hip hop
From the moon to the sun
I'ma break it down deep
Ain’t no sleeping so ya gets no sleep
Fools want to get me
Here i am come 'n' get me
Take a trip to that underground city
Walking on hells floors
Walking through hells doors
You fucked around and now hells yours
On top of ya grave
Mastamind grave dance
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say i'm illing like a villain but fuck em'
I'm chilling while i'm dancing on ya grave
(Hook)
Everybody’s dancing
Dancing on graves
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancing on graves
Dancing on graves
Dancing on graves
(Verse 2)
As I be boogying what could be better than
Amen another sin Dancing on graves again
Foot prints all on the dirt bloods on my T shirt
I’m pissing 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 motherfucker 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 to fucking bad
If you want to get some you could be a victim
And pick your bitch so she can suck my dick some
Slide down a razor blade but naked
But when you scream don’t fake it
I’d rather dance on your grave
(Hook)
Everybody’s dancing
Dancing on graves
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancing on graves
Dancing on graves
Dancing on graves
(Verse 3)
Me and the boogieman Boogying down around your burial grounds
Now, How that sound
The milli billi gat is packed all I can say is watch your back
Why would your town build with a maniac reasons unknown
So were the microphone I’m carving your head stone
In the name of RLP I’ve gone RIP of all niggers to fuck with why me
I’m from the home of the brave were niggers 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 nigger stop flipping
You can run but hide, Cause I’ma still hit ya
Natas is coming to get ya
(Verse 4)
I do my rain dance, Pain dance, Slam dance, Bodies slam god damn
I feel like slitting a throat but I’d rather just flow 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 there telling me selling me G, Mastamind Esham and TNT
Mortification is my next demonstration this has been another reel life creation
Rotting bodies are hobbies for a psycho
And if you die man I might just go dancing on your grave a little bit
Toss a little shit so you can suck my dick
N-A-T-A-S Hell yes we be dancing on your grave
(Hook)
Everybody’s dancing
Dancing on graves
You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancing on graves
Dancing on graves
Dancing on graves (Repeats Till End)
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Lyrics submitted by esswun.