Dancin' On Ya Grave

(Verse 1) No longer shall anyone be saved Mastamind will no longer behaved 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 your chest Past me all the necessary utensils Pass that mic and run the instrumentals I wanna rock that, deadly rock that, don't stop Come on, do hop to this glory how that crazy hip hop From the moon to the sun I'ma break it down deep Ain’t no sleeping so ya get's no sleep Fools want to get me here I am come and get me Take a trip to that underground city Walking on hell's floors walking through hell's doors You fucked around and now hell's 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 Footprints all on the dirt, blood's 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 too 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 butt naked But when you scream, don’t fake it I’d rather dance on your grave (Hook 2x) (Verse 3) Me and the boogieman, boogying down around your burial grounds Now, how that sound The milly billy 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 R-I-P of all niggas to fuck with why me I’m from the home of the brave, were 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 flipping You can run but hide, cause I’ma still hit you Natas is coming to get you (Verse 4) I do my rain dance, pain dance, slam dance Bodies slam shit, goddamn 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)