I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
Cold blooded, cold blooded, hard core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh cold blooded
Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to glass Turn your bones to glass Mother
What is it that we're struggling for? I don't quite see it anymore Life kicks us in the teeth Yet something makes us crawl back for more... Blood
The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor
I am the one that has chosen to lead The power that grows within me A force that has come to inherit the earth My calling A time and a place for sadistic
Run with me or run from me Pussies don't get pussy I murdered all of my foes, contract killing Twenty K will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling Midst
Serpentine love's thighs wrap around me In search for death Drenched in blood, the adored and beloved Will give in to Love in cold blood Breathe me in
f/ Sean Price Yeah Sean P, Ya Mean Jedi Mind Tricks, MFC (Sean P aka Ruck) Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl Image is nothin you
Who do you, who do you belong to? My point of view is that I think you?re hot If we talked what words could describe There?s no dictionary book to explain
I'm feeling crossed, I take it inside Burn up the pain, my thoughts are strange Just like the things, I used to love Just like the tree that fell, I heard
I should have known better I should have known better I didn't know better How can you be so, so [Incomprehensible] How can you be so, so uptight How
Cold blooded Ice in my veins Cold blooded Ice in my veins Ice in my veins Spit in your face, another worthless liar I know your kind Save me the smile
Sexy, sexy, sexy Sexy, sexy, sexy Who do you Girl, who do you belong to? My point of view Girl, I think youre hot If we talked What words could I describe
There's nothing behind your eyes The windows to the soul What's beneath your skin A dead heart still beating The cold stare of dead eyes A look into
I heard this line one time 'bout tryin' to save the world Have you ever tried to save yourself? A wide eyed suicide drive remains a fake As if you'd ever
Black heart red eyes of a killer No conscience no regret Assassination hunger One blast you're put to death Lost child no attention getter All his life