Madchild - Cold Blooded lyrics
[Madchild - Cold Blooded lyrics]
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
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