L.E.G.A.C.Y - Cold As A Butcher lyrics
[L.E.G.A.C.Y - Cold As A Butcher lyrics]
You don't wanna see us come on man
We cold you're not seeing us at
All man no competition kobe and Shaq of
This before he assaulted the chick
Deep under my chest
Hard beats under my flesh
The light bitch is real and I do assume
That Nigga Was Ill will be
Etched on my tombstone like the Pied Piper
Forever like Gobstoppers i mark creases
Rhyme pages of the Bible
I'm not Jesus but they wait on my arrival
But first when and where, speculating
At birth
Smack the nurse's ass when she came in
Alias George cause the hoes get Curious
They call me more i'm so serious
I pray to change me i'm swift to ride off
Made the day angry and pissed the night off
Swift like dragonflys my dick and apple pies
I mask my eyes i slashed you die
Oh, when I push you, I slash you for sport
Cold as the Butcher in Gangs Of New York
Cold as the Butcher in Gangs Of New York
God, they wanted to touch my
Shit since I been born the show flower
Play on my dick in a winter storm
And call her a "snow blower"
(Call her a snow blower) off the hook
I get blown away i'm off the hook
I rip the phone away out the wall
I mash you all i dust you off
The ear of Van Gogh i cut you off
Then send it to wifey
My friends do you like me? Do you hate me?
I hate you you're crazy I pay dues
Put in work, had chores
Been around a rap whore
You heard I'm high price
You've heard that life's ice
But I'm bearable i like striking
The fucking one terrible like Ivan
You're not licensed
Please wait it's hopeless just stop writing
This is the cold shit
What better than ever then I rhyme stable
Fucking Thelma Evans on a Good Times table
Multiplications see the Rick Rude Awakening
Now I'm here i spat the meanest
Society's fear i'm a black genius
Give a shit who you are
Live on you settle faggots
Get hit with bars like Piles
On Full Metal Jacket i will charge ya
Leaving grown men on milk cartons
They not to be found
The bush, not the beat around, no play
Man I'm cold as Yoplait the rock star
When I said it, pure cold
Find you where you are like the credit bureau
I want you to know man abominable Flowman
Spoke a cold threat
Woke up in a cold sweat, drama
The whole shit
Nightmare, more hurting, finger roll chicks
Ice Man, George Gervin
We cold you're not seeing us at
All man no competition kobe and Shaq of
This before he assaulted the chick
Deep under my chest
Hard beats under my flesh
The light bitch is real and I do assume
That Nigga Was Ill will be
Etched on my tombstone like the Pied Piper
Forever like Gobstoppers i mark creases
Rhyme pages of the Bible
I'm not Jesus but they wait on my arrival
But first when and where, speculating
At birth
Smack the nurse's ass when she came in
Alias George cause the hoes get Curious
They call me more i'm so serious
I pray to change me i'm swift to ride off
Made the day angry and pissed the night off
Swift like dragonflys my dick and apple pies
I mask my eyes i slashed you die
Oh, when I push you, I slash you for sport
Cold as the Butcher in Gangs Of New York
Cold as the Butcher in Gangs Of New York
God, they wanted to touch my
Shit since I been born the show flower
Play on my dick in a winter storm
And call her a "snow blower"
(Call her a snow blower) off the hook
I get blown away i'm off the hook
I rip the phone away out the wall
I mash you all i dust you off
The ear of Van Gogh i cut you off
Then send it to wifey
My friends do you like me? Do you hate me?
I hate you you're crazy I pay dues
Put in work, had chores
Been around a rap whore
You heard I'm high price
You've heard that life's ice
But I'm bearable i like striking
The fucking one terrible like Ivan
You're not licensed
Please wait it's hopeless just stop writing
This is the cold shit
What better than ever then I rhyme stable
Fucking Thelma Evans on a Good Times table
Multiplications see the Rick Rude Awakening
Now I'm here i spat the meanest
Society's fear i'm a black genius
Give a shit who you are
Live on you settle faggots
Get hit with bars like Piles
On Full Metal Jacket i will charge ya
Leaving grown men on milk cartons
They not to be found
The bush, not the beat around, no play
Man I'm cold as Yoplait the rock star
When I said it, pure cold
Find you where you are like the credit bureau
I want you to know man abominable Flowman
Spoke a cold threat
Woke up in a cold sweat, drama
The whole shit
Nightmare, more hurting, finger roll chicks
Ice Man, George Gervin