[Lyric] Off With Your Head Dance Till Youre Dead (NEME$1$)

[NEME$1$]

As I roll through Hollywood, with a shotgun on my lap
I've been lookin for a sell out in my way so I can snap
I been on the Yac, chronic and a ton of yay...
We been stepped on but I'm makin sure it's done Today
First I make a right and I'm headed down Melrose
Stopped up at the light and I'm lettin all the shells go
Hittin all the phonies, one shot, cuz I never chase
I'm a music vigilante and I'm makin this a better place
Headed to a label and I'm busting in the front door
Flippin over tables and I'm showin them my gun show
Imma let it blow, cock it back, movin up, behind a wall
Jumpin in an office after contracts, imma find'em all
Pistol whipped the CEO and all you heard was flicker sounds
Headed to the nearest exit, burned the buildin to the ground
Like a hound, on the hunt, for my prey
Now I'm busting in the radio an I'm lookin for the DJ
Told this culture vulture that there is no fuckin progress
I'm lookin at his office and I'm seein damage Nas did
Pac shit, these cowards got no power to my confidence
I got this, a message to the ones who really not convinced
It's a new era, and there is no room for fake people
Most of these perpetrators really only fuckin hate people
Sit up on their high chair, criticise the masses
Wake up every morning just to make a fuckin status
[Chorus]
Off With Your Head
Dance Till Your Dead
Heads Will Roll
Heads Will Roll
Heads Will Roll
On the Floor
X2

[Kold-Blooded]

I got a message for motherfuckers actin all big headed
You gon regret the fuckin day you done forced me to get petty
I wish you much success but yea I want my own
It's gon be on if I don't feel I'm gettin what I'm owed
I'm gettin tired of hearing folks who said they sold they soul
I gave my life up for much less so I dont bitch and moan
I put my pain up to my pen after I hit this bowl
And now my brain off in the wind so where the fuck we goin?
I don't listen to fake shit, or whats trending, I make hits
Independent I give a shit you offended I say it again
Till you feel it, so fuck an Internet rapper who's only hot for a minute
And fuck these blogs and these promoters who can't handle they business
I'll hurt yo feelings hoe, lets not get personal, can't no one touch my Flow
Them streams is where yo body floats...
So keep on tryna brag, keep on tryna boast...I'm out here making Music
You out here making Posts bitch!