Lyrics Dead 'em Then Dance - K21

Dead 'em Then Dance

Ayy
Got put on by the 'Oars and the hoods
I was terribly bad, now I’m awfully good
And whenever my pen ignites the surface
I end up writing for seven cypher verses
That’s why I never sweat it, I just murk it
Deliver the head that’s quite a verdict
Every single killing I’m doing is stealth
Suckers mad just 'cause I’m true to myself
Every single time I did it, it’s clutch
Feel like Daddy Junior’s still on his buzz
They sip from the cup that I’m fillin' up
With bottled rage since I was the littlest pump
Piss on his «could be"s and
Fuck the game so much, it should be de-sexed
If I was wack as fuck, they wouldn’t be vexed
Insane with a boy and I don’t need my meds
Feel so crazy, I go over the edge
Like Daniel Radcliffe when he opens a keg
You wouldn’t listen if I was sober instead
Now all they say is «he's so off his head»
Whatever ever tune they can do, I can top it
If your chick lookin' good then you got a problem
Precious, everything I do is so Gollum
Don’t move 'cause you in the room with a goblin now, ooh
K21's mad
This is very bad
Make plenty funds dash
Give 'em or get it bad
Twenty-one grams
Man I got twenty-one grams, twenty-one plans
To dead 'em and send their family
The head in advance, dead 'em then dance
I dead 'em then dance
Dance in the grave and then piss in it too
Strip 'em all down and then piss in their shoes
If they thinkin' they’re something they’re fitting into
Dead 'em then dance, dead 'em the dance
Swingin' on you till you’re singin' the blues
Dead 'em then dance, dead 'em the dance
What the fuck made you think that we listen to you?
Dead 'em then dance, dead 'em then dead 'em then dance
Dead 'em then dead 'em then dance
Dead 'em then dance, dead 'em then dead 'em then dance
Dead 'em then dead 'em then dance
Ayy
They said I’m bighead-able, damn
That’s probably why they go get in my pants
And I dive in the forest like Medicine Man
Till I wipe the chick up and we dip to Japan
But I might fuck it up 'cause my etiquette bad
Give me a map, ain’t aware where I am
My shit peanut butter, you spreadin' the jam
Do it without a single second planned
I dead 'em then dance, hard as it get, no romance
Back at the neck with no hands
Electric, I dead 'em like Eddison’s pet in his hand
Dead 'em then dead 'em then dance
Dead 'em then dance, get all the rellies together
Better not have anything planned
Dead 'em then dance, yes I go ham
To end all the rants, these suckers can get in their prams
And we’ll dead 'em then dance
K21's mad
This is very bad
Make plenty funds dash
Give 'em or get it back
Twenty-one grams
Man I got twenty-one grams, twenty-one plans
To dead 'em and send their family
The head in advance, dead 'em then dance
I dead 'em then dance
Dance in the grave and then piss in it too
Strip 'em all down and then piss in their shoes
If they thinkin' they’re something they’re fitting into
Dead 'em then dance, dead 'em the dance
Swingin' on you till you’re singin' the blues
Dead 'em then dance, dead 'em the dance
What the fuck made you think that we listen to you?