Dance With The Devil (Explicit)-Armageddon

歌手 : Armageddon
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:11

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TXT Dance With The Devil (Explicit)-Armageddon 文本歌词

Shoot him again
Why
He's still dancing Ha ha ha
You wanna dance with the devil n***a
Who wanna dance we could throw the hands make the music stop
We could pop and lock till my mans let the buddah pop
Hit a running man make his cabbage patch do the wop
Silva Mac 10 make him backspin
Planet rock
Aerosol flow spray it till yall know em
Like spit from beat street defacin what yall wrote
Amazin the way I crush MCs like hard Coke
Stop em out Give em the beat like Tony
This is me saying I blow heat out the throat
When I leak that pyro speech n***as is toast
And I'm deep like Hip Hop Police
On each coast
The X is back rest in peace to BO
But yesterday is gone so f**k stressin the hard lesson
Let's get it on with the strong defence like Artests
The loves gone and my hearts restless
I'm goin hard like the first terror squads Armageddon
But you can dance with the devil if you like
But if you gon dance know you dancin for your life
Now run and tell ya man Armageddons gon get him
Dancin with the devil they gon die to rhythm
Die to the rhythm motha f**ka gon bleed
Try to tangle with me I'ma kill him to the beat
The same thing go for anybody ridin with em
Die to the rhythm
Body frame
Choreograph yo murda call it art with a burna
Horror rap
To dance you to sleep then autograph your sheet with my urine
Geddys pain be the purest no man can endure it
I'm sick in the head no amount of meds could cure it
Its code red when I'm on the mic clear the building
I spit flames the fire might engulf the ceiling
Leave em coughin feelin nauseous with the chills
So of course this makes me officially ill
Kill em flawless geddys graceful with the steel
So take caution or die faceless when I peal
Now you neva gon dance again like G Michael
Cause you ain't got no rhythm & the streets don't like you
Leave a rapper on the dance floor dyin & shakin
That's what happens when you dance with satan
Bring in the chorus
With the devil when the pale moon light
Hold hands with the devil tryin to plead for your life
I got a pitch fork a shovel and a possessed flow
And I'm pissed off beyond any level you'll know
So you don't wanna know me the rap Aleister Crowley
Sacrificin whack rappers black magic ceremony
This is what it be
I put the glizzy to your cheek
And blow the back out yo bony skull cap on beat