ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell
Yeah, see how we blowin' pa The lookout niggas holdin' fort like they was watchtowers Buggin' on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on
on Hang on for life, o.d, relevant drugs Herione buzz, my team some intelligent thugs Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor Like dance more
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood, can't feel me? 'Cause it
the dance floor To cut a rug Love is love all day Till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me til its your blood Murder rates
With a new release on the streets every fifty-two weeks And I dare a nigga to challenge us; I turn the Love peace and nappiness into your blood on a napkin
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? Cause it's your blood Murder
a fool I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed... Lookin' for
her, they dined and they danced her She understood men and she treated them all just the same A form that was fine and rare, dark shining glossy hair Lovely
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on
the sluts drive me nuts, That's why all they get is guts (He's after you) We are the unstoppable force known as:Blood On The Dance Floor
harder! Just drop dead! On and on and on and on, We can't go on, We can't go on like this. [x4] (Thanks to Blood On The Dance Floor for these lyrics
Dance Insanity We Might Not Make It Through The Door So Fuck Me On The Dance Floor Take Off Your Pants And Do The Revolutionary Dance Chorus: You're A Dancer
see how we blowin pa The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours So on and so on
the cold dance watching the room grow old a funeral romance somewhere, someone's screaming that the world's gone smear me with your blood and let these dead
on the shore empty hotels above the sand, like tombstones love is in the chicken blood spilled on earthen floors in the heaving breasts of Our Lady of the Dead dancing
This Dance Insanity We Might Not Make It Through The Door So Fuck Me On The Dance Floor Take Off Your Pants And Do The Revolutionary Dance You're A Dancer