Dead 'em Then Dance - K21

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?