Boondox - Cold Day In Hell lyrics

I sell my soul to the devil for
A 45, a black cowboy hat
& a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner
If they take my life
But, it's a cold day in hell
Before they take my pride
I sell my soul to the devil for
A 45, a black cowboy hat
& a switchblade knife
I'ma burn like a sinner when
They take my life
But, it's a cold day in hell
Before they take my pride

I sold my soul to the devil
For this mic in my hand
But I ain't ever gonna sell out
A million dollars for my name to expand
Take ya fans & ya brands
& you can go an get the hell out
We really living in a fucked up time
So many fucked up minds
Inspire fucked up crimes
& they be quick to sell you out
At the drop of a dime
Too many coward motha fuckas livin
Life with no spine we in a bind

My belly ache from these fake little snakes
Who come & go as they please
Just to get what they need
They use are name just to get a little fame
Then it's out like a flame
I wanna make these fuckas bleed
Like some hooker on the street
Sellin pussy just to eat
Take the money & run
I wanna take out my heat
Pull up on em while they sleeping
Put em six feet
Deep disrespectin psychopathic
Put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep

You think that I don't see
Ya better take it on down the road
Ya think that they don't see
But everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload

One thing I ain't is a self righteous saint
Too many sins been committed to
Ever get me acquitted
But, it's a fact won't find a knife if ya
Back cause I put it all on this track
& to this shit I'm committed
& I won't ever leave ya hangin
Always keep that thang swangin
Like the fuckin
Dope man I'm always stay slangin
Drivebys on these fake
Perpetrators stay bangin
I'ma always stay the same while the
While the world keeps changing