Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Blooded, artist - Madchild. Album song Demons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Cold Blooded |
I’m a soldier, you’re a farmer with the pitchfork |
John Wick, kill every assassin on the switchboard |
Expert at exerting texts, words with texture |
Absurd, I axe murder tracks like I’m Dexter |
Cold blooded, so sudden, nobody’s breakfast |
My guest list? |
Nobody. |
So bloody reckless |
If I don’t write, things are not very promising |
Not many strong as him, but not lots of common sense |
Shit caught a mil just on Japanese garmentry |
Did more pills than the back of a pharmacy |
Spectacle, skeptical, replicas blocked out |
Put me in the ring, that’s a technical knockout |
Can' let these geeks have it, beast back to wreak havoc |
Fresh dressing real savage, can’t fuck with these fabrics |
Guns up in each cabinet, shotty by the bed |
If you break into my house, that’s a body full of led |
Somebody probably should have said, I am coming back for vengeance |
To bury all my enemies and cherish all my friendships |
Cutting all the people out my life that have no guts |
Spazzing out on tracks, I just blackout and go nuts |
Provocatively, talking awkwardly, you rocking with me? |
Fucked up so many times, I let God forgive me |
Thank God I can spit a sick 16 |
Drug money, rap money ain’t worth sick sixteen |
$ 130,000 on my whip wearing ripped jeans |
$ 100,000 on my other whip, making quick cream |
Cash rules everything around me, don’t come through my boundaries |
Everything I do, it’s astounding |
Underground king, then I got demoted |
Now Carlito’s in the bathroom, I’m reloaded |
I don’t give a flying fuck what you got recorded |
Both my thoughts distorted, but I got rewarded |
I’m a problem in the game, homie pass me the ball |
I just hung another two plaques on my wall |
'Cause I’m back from a relapse, cash 'cause I freelance |
I snap like a tree-branch on tracks made my C-Lance |