Murs - Dancin' On Ya Grave (Remix) lyrics

I'll be, I'll be, I'll be dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin', dancin' on your grave I'll be Get Busy, Get Busy Dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin', dancin', dancin' on your grave [Hook]: These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do [Verse One] [Apathy]: I'm like Sam from Cheers Chillin' at your funeral (Dancin' on your grave) Get it? So beautiful Kiss my a** motherf**er I'm a heathen I'm the reason why you're seizurin' and speakin' like a demon In the coldest darkest region of the planet I be sleepin' Like a beast in hibernation, I'm just waitin' for a reason To awaken in the season where it's freezin' I be feastin' On the flesh of lesser beings, force feeding meat to vegan [Xzibit]: Underestimation been one of my best barometers Animation, you amateurs, drinkin' straight out the bottle I don't haggle or ha**le, you f**in' a**holes asked for it Merciless, miraculous, immaculate, fast forward Get it how you think you got it Did it while you thought about it Tucked it when you shoulda shot it That ain't how you speak about it You actin' like you catchin' bodies with that chalk around 'em My satisfaction comes from not givin' a f** about 'em [Hook]: These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do [Verse Two] [Paul Wall]: Aye, I'm strapped up like a parachute They watchin' yo a**, hurry up and give me the loot For the underdog, waitin' for the levee breech Chop 'em like an onion, in a bathtub full of bleach I'll do the south side and body rock your tombstone Drown your dog in a pool and make a bong with his bones You little clones are sweeter than a cinnamon scone You should have never f**ed with the kid from Acre's Home [Ryu]: On your grave I'm gonna Fred Astaire Dancin' on your face, yeah I'mma f** your kids up I should run a daycare Teach 'em how to slang H How to beat a rape case The champagne's less filling then the fame but it tastes great That's why I spill it on these b**hes when I hit the stage No disrespect it's just how my gang celebrates Dues paid, Paid Dues, Ace Of Spade, Grey Goose AK's and c**aine, peace dudes, hang loose [Hook]: These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do Get Busy, Get Busy I'll be dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin', dancin' on your grave I'll be Dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin', dancin', dancin' [Verse Three] [Murs]: I'll be dancin' on your grave Moonwalkin' on your mausoleum Got the crypt keeper, Crip walkin', man you gotta see him I'm outta here, man your boy's so major These haters have heat, but I'm f**in' with these lasers Act out a favor now your face is a crater Real hood n***a dressin' like a pro skater I'm O.G., I got money to burn I'm yellin' G.B.C. and hit my dougie on your urn [Scoop DeVille]: Scoop De, V.I. double L. E To the rap game I'm like Arthur Fonzarelli Blacked out lights through the club like Belly Real recognize real, you ain't gotta tell me You smell me? Huffle puff a chronic sack What the f** is wrong with that? Be afraid, take it to your grave b**h, promise that Dancin' on that sh** I be campin' on your trip Keep a phantom on my neck And a mansion on my wrist [Hook]: These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do These streets are watchin' Got my eye on you And what you do I'll be dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin', dancin' on your grave I'll be dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin' on your grave Dancin', dancin', dancin' on your grave