Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks 
That's real 
Bout to show you somethin' new, don't worry about it 
Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] 
Never had a life, never had a wife 
I'd rather have a jack knife and creep through the night 
See my mind ain't right, just ran out of my 
Prozac (damn) 
This grind ain't right, 
I'm supposed to have fat stacks 
Certain people in my life, they didn't have my back 
It's hurtin' deep and 
I'm still fightin' to make a come up, you know what 
So I put the gun up, and 
I picked up the mic 
Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight 
It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) 
Do the death dance, 
I don't wanna see your hands 'til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks 
We tote glocks and punch holes in 'em like polka dots, scopin' plots 
It's nothin', 
I handle raps like 
I handle lacs 
Plus I, I handle this like 
I handle that 
I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact 
You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs 
How many times must 
I have to spit, patna? 
And how many nines must 
I have to grip? 
Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and 
I hit up your block quick 
And if you can't see it you must got glock-coma 
I'm sicc in the head and 
I'm not sober [Chorus x2] 
Do the death dance, (C'mon) 
Do the death dance, 
C'mon I don't wanna see your hands 
Do the death dance [Verse 2] 
See, I'm try'na do damage to your soil 
Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil 
I'm hard-boiled like 
John Woo, smoke bomb too 
You must be off that dope and dog food, 
I can make it all cool 
I've been stressed out, lookin' for the best route 
Sendin' out death certificates, what's this all about? 
I'ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna 
I had a close relationship with straight gin and 
Mary J-uana 
Crooked like every daytona, get that 
Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out 
Put one in, take one out 
I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh) 
I'm that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news 
It's cold blue and 
I can make your body cold too 
He ain't the only one, we got heavy right out the 
Chevy And it's a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty 
Aight, everybody get ready [Chorus x2]