Dance With The Devil
[Verse 1: BTK]
If you Bout A Dolla, we got common enemies
Fuck a father, bitch I learned with nicotine
Never had a 100, but I kept it a Benjamin
Comin' in with a soul full of sin
And I been tryna get it, won't never let up
Fuckin' bitches and pourin' a cup up
Good luck if you diss me, yo ass gon be history
Fuck with me lyrically is a mystery
Boy you never know when I'ma come snappin
I'm crackin' ya necks, uppercut with a back flip
I always keep shit to myself, fuck the masses
I'm bashin' a cd, if you tryna tax me
Ya shit probably whack as fuck
Tryna stack up bucks
Boy you ain't got no feel for this music
You suck, bitch I'm on it
Man ain't no body fuckin with me
Boy I promise, I'm just being honest
Fuck talkin' that shit, better back up
And rap it up back in the studio
Clappin' em all, fuck a movie yo
Get it gruesome, just lay em all down
Boy I got the juice damn
I'm the living proof
Fuck yo bitch in my living room
Get up in her, oooo damn
Boy I'ma rude man
When it come to the booth
You fuck with me wrong, ima cut em loose oh
[Hook: BTK]
All this paranoia I can't trust em
Fuck em with no feelings, I can't love em
Diss my fuckin' clique, we get to bustin'
Fuck ya deal, boy if you want it
Come and dance with the Devil