Dancin’ On Ya Grave Lyrics

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Selected song name: Dancin’ On Ya Grave
Singer Name: Esham
Lyrics written by: Esham

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No longer shall anyone be saved
Mastamind will no longer behave
Motherf**kers 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
Pa** me all the necessary utensils
Pa** 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 f**ked around and now hell's yours
On top of ya grave, Mastamind grandstands
You never seen a n***a do a hell of a grave dance
They say I'm illin like a villain, but f**k 'em
I'm chillin... while I'm dancin on ya grave


Everybody’s dancin
Dancin on graves
You never seen a n***a do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancin on graves, dancin on graves
Dancin on graves

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 p*ss 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 motherf**kin t**le
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 f**kin bad
If you wanna get some, you could be a victim
And bring your b*t*h so she can suck my d**k some
Slide down a razorblade b*** naked
But when you scream, don’t fake it
Or I'mma dance on your grave




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 n***as to f**k with- why me?
I’m from the home of the brave, where n***as 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 n***a... stop flippin
You can run but don't hide, cause I’ma still hit ya
Natas is comin to getcha

I do my rain dance, pain dance, slam dance
Body slam sh*t, 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 sh*t, so you can suck my d**k
N-A-T-A-S, hell yes, we be dancin on your grave


Everybody’s dancin
Dancin on graves
You never seen a n***a do a hell of a grave dance
They say I’m
Dancin on graves, dancin on graves
Dancin on graves