Dancin' On Ya Grave - Natas

No longer shall anyone be saved

Mastamind will no longer behave

Motherfuckers 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

Pass me all the necessary utensils

Pass 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 fucked around and now hell’s yours

On top of ya grave, Mastamind grandstands

You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance

They say I’m illin like a villain, but fuck 'em

I’m chillin… while I’m dancin on ya grave

(Hook)

Everybody’s dancin

Dancin on graves

You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance

They say I’m

Dancin on graves, dancin on graves

Dancin on graves

(Esham)

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 piss 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 motherfuckin 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 fuckin bad

If you wanna get some, you could be a victim

And bring your bitch so she can suck my dick some

Slide down a razorblade butt naked

But when you scream, don’t fake it

Or I’mma dance on your grave

(Hook 2x)

(Mastamind)

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 niggas to fuck with- why me?

I’m from the home of the brave, where 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 flippin

You can run but don’t hide, cause I’ma still hit ya

Natas is comin to getcha

(Esham)

I do my rain dance, pain dance, slam dance

Body slam shit, 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 shit, so you can suck my dick

N-A-T-A-S, hell yes, we be dancin on your grave

(Hook)

Everybody’s dancin

Dancin on graves

You never seen a nigga do a hell of a grave dance

They say I’m

Dancin on graves, dancin on graves

Dancin on graves

(Repeats Till End)