Don’t call me nothing but killer
So chill out, don’t stop my rhyme flow
I’ll keep you kicking like a trail of dominoes
I separate all the prime from the punk
Inoculating all the funk from the junk
We bust drums every time we make a track
They call me Tunes, or the microphone maniac
When I perform all suckers feel reborn
Preach my rhyme so we can get it on
I’ll make you shake
Like paper I will penetrate
Pierce your skin, make your whole body pulsate
Credit comes with my effect on people
Dance to death and this is the sequel
So get flat hit the dirt like a doormat
Make you dizzy, so the crowd has a relapse
What we devise, it hits you like a vodka
Slam dunk punk and I’ve got you
Now stand back jack and give me a hand
Rock and roll to my new style funk band
We bust drums every time we make a track
They call me Tunes, or the microphone maniac
Dance yourself to death
Dance yourself to death
So chill out, don’t stop my rhyme flow
I’ll keep you kicking like a trail of dominoes
I separate all the prime from the punk
Inoculating all the funk from the junk
We bust drums every time we make a track
They call me Tunes, or the microphone maniac
When I perform all suckers feel reborn
Preach my rhyme so we can get it on
I’ll make you shake
Like paper I will penetrate
Pierce your skin, make your whole body pulsate
Credit comes with my effect on people
Dance to death and this is the sequel
So get flat hit the dirt like a doormat
Make you dizzy, so the crowd has a relapse
What we devise, it hits you like a vodka
Slam dunk punk and I’ve got you
Now stand back jack and give me a hand
Rock and roll to my new style funk band
We bust drums every time we make a track
They call me Tunes, or the microphone maniac
Dance yourself to death
Dance yourself to death
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