Lyrics Dancin' On Ya Grave - Natas

Dancin' On Ya Grave

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)