Testi:
Slaughter Dance For Me Baby

, my, my" C'mon and dance for me, baby Won't you show me a little action? Ah, yeah Why don't you dance for me, baby Won't you show me a little action

m a sucker for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that

wont do shit to me Catch me on the streets Or catch me in the club Or catch me on the screen Or catch me if you can Or catch me wit a hundred thousand

kids, smile hard for Teem Geezus, Although Satyr pushed the beats, I rock the shirts of dirty fetus's, I'm An invalid out stretched with open arms, hit me on Cd baby

times when you cryid to me Put that on your life you never lied to me Now I'm trying to be just plain old me Where the fuck did you get the nuts to put

hear me though Knowin if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be able cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh A lot of punk for the chunk

, that wanted to take my brain into a labratory Destroy me, since birth My baby talk was psychic thoughts Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present Killin for

Turner dance Probably you kidin me, only my man bust outta me I was gotta slicin the pot by about a three Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever

't hear me though Knowin' if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be able 'Cuz I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh A lot of punk for the chunk baby