Dance Yourself To Death (Dust Brothers Club Mix)

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

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

We bust drums

We bust drums

We bust drums every time we make a track

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Seducted the way I rhyme and do my thing

Rock you to sleep or wake you up like a bee sting

I've got strength and the speed of a power truck

Intelligent like the knowledge in a college book

I explode bam, like a powder cake

Add some spice, season up like a rump steak

Thought goes into every verb and noun

Put together so well you can taste the sound

Now it's ready to listen and rock to

Make you faint. It might come as a shock to fools

Punks, they wind up as dead meat

Cockroaches have been crushed by my feet

Yeah

Now get ready for the speed

Brrrrredet-det-det-det

Brrrrrap attack, I'm back and I'm hut!

Busting, dusting, and I'm going to head forth

Roll with rhyme, cool deadly but on line

Sweet elite control by the drum beat

King of thing got jump in my spring

Boost the juice, turn on the power and let it loose

Earthquake, devastate and I'm going to vibrate

Rooms with boom throw a party in a catacomb

Now behold the king of the drum roll

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death

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

Dance yourself to death

Dance yourself to death