ARMAGEDDON - Dance with the Devil lyrics

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Shoot him again!

Why?

He’s still dancing! Ha ha ha

You wanna dance with the devil nigga?

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 y’all know ‘em.

Like spit from beat street defacin’ what y’all wrote

Amazin’ the way I crush MC’s 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 niggas 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 fuck stressin’ the hard lesson,

Let’s get it on with the strong defence like Artest’s.

The love’s gone and my heart’s restless,

I’m goin hard like the first terror squads Armageddon.

Chorus:

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 Armageddon’s gon’ get him,

Dancin with the devil they gon’ die to rhythm.

Die to the rhythm, motha’ fucka gon’ bleed,

Try to tangle with me, Ima kill him to the beat.

The same thing go for anybody ridin’ with em.

Dancin with the devil, they gon’ die to the rhythm.

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

Geddy’s 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, geddy’s 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.

(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.

(Chorus)

Thanks to Gabe for correcting these lyrics