Dance Or Die

(Hit man) Yeah Let's take a trip try to grip the fantasy And I'm a get you hip to how dangerous dance can be Seem kind a crazy when I check it in hindsight I went crazy berserk kind a jeckyl and hyde like Two years ago I went on a rampage I slipped lost grip started ripping the dance stage People around me my head kind a wizzing What a dilemma and underground wizard (hit man) Heard the sound of music and I opened my eyes up Theirs people all around me so yo I better rise up A couple of guys grabbed me and he said to me lets go You're the new wardon of the wall flower death row New row a what do who do wo dippide oop da da hoop who the hell are you They told me who they were buttold me what my new job was I thought for a second and said yea that's kind a fly cuz So to you people that just holding the walls up You're messing up the party and when I'm getting called up You better get your butt to the floor with the quickness Or let the crowd bear witness (you are dead) (hit man) Now I came doing my thing in the underground I wear all black I'm sort of like a vampire now I don't eat or sleep and I don't like light I just hunt wall flowers I'm a man of the night I walk through the club with a gun and a blackjack My cap around backwards party hats on my back pack I always try to keep a look out for the party sleeper And when I peep a sleeper then I'm the grim reaper In to the bottomless pit they keep plungin Down with the other clowns deep in my dungeon And homie if I harm ya its for your behaviour No knight in shining armour is coming to save ya You can't get away but yo you try to run son You doing the electric boogaloo with my stun gun Then you go to solitary lonely and tied up And plus from the stun gun your arm all fried up Somebody said my power went to my head a bit I wish that I could find the brother sucker that said the I wanna torch em up punish them through the night Put em in the dungeon with a tape of vanilla ice I'm in control like Janet Ya can't stand it I'm figgida like a fire don't fan it The mind of a mad man seen through the windows of my eyes Dance or die (you are) (dead) (hit man) You don't wanna dance you just wanna cool out cat Well come into the club and it's a straight up death trap Cause I'm a mad scientist chillins a no no Psycho socio straight up loco Taking the life of any sucker that stand around I spot em in the corner chillin then I'm a lay em down So call the ambulance to come and just take em away Ah forget get a hearse we d o a An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth A buckshot for a booty than ain't getting loose A straight up outlaw a cold blooded villain A point blank killin for suckers thats chillin Cause I don't stand for chillin on my dancefloor If you ain't dancin then I'm Charles Manson Coming with the death squad to through your behind out If you ain't movin jumpin or grrovin I'm pulling my nine out Right up in the club I'll put you to death And while the guns still smokin I'm a dance on your chest The prince of the party pushing with the power Dance till nine or death till the wallflower Louder and louder the crowd keep chantin Pointing at the booty caught who ain't dancin So like the terminator now it's up to me Asta la vista baby (you are dead hit man)