the ghetto 'cause Southwest detriot is comended one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles With a cold two
fangs and they givin me head Like cemetery girls back dance boogie woogie baddy Her nedens big and blew out like a plate of spaghetti Im out cold all
Will we get cold and hungry Will times be very bad? When we're needin' bread and meat Where we gonna get it, Dad? We'll get it from the man In the house
and the whoopin' cough Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch And I can't count the times That I've had a cold and a sore throat Not
night. Split ya legs open and dick ya. But then ima be quick to rippen ya guts, eat your meat, demeat cha, depleat ya with the meat clever. Did not see
OE FUKIN UP MY GUT BUT IM AS DRUNK AS CAN BE AND EATIN RAW MEAT REAK WHAT U SOW I GOT THAT HEAT THAT'LL MAKE YAH COLD DIE AT 21 NIGGA FUCK GETTIN OLD
Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six we was off that chocolate thai And all that time that 187 was on my mind Shot the man in cold blood and I knew his
Cartel from Cali to Columbia And I'm so hood with it, man it's hard to explain Accuse anybody, my O G's is to blame And I'm so cold wit it, it's like
aint no tellin if I had them what i'd do (ooh) I was chose in this game,to be a cold mothafucka with the fe's and the lad's.now let the roof all down
cars an exhibit, huh? Next critic I don't talk it, I just live it, just prove it Tell the feds calm down, it's just music, man Man you cold frontin',
't even care about my girlfriend She said she just wanna do the thang with me And who am I to tell that girl no when this world is so cold, why should
bitch is hot but too young to marry That nigga Satan be fakin' mad jacks so I taxed his ass Every chance I get is just another hit Another nigga split there go white meat
burned ya bridges a nervous wreck makin ya calls collect confessing ta hoes a man of respect now a vegetable scorned by the world for being cold-hearted
m known on the microphone as the rap professor Casual dresser, you may dress fresher The way that I speak this shit is energetic My physique of meat is
keep my dogs in the muzzle Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat
me Lock the bathroom door before they crawl to eat me Cut her throat and whisper that we're going home Twitching to the cold dance, they suck the meat
to meet me Lock the bathroom door before they crawl to eat me Cut her throat and whisper that we're going home Twitching to the cold dance they suck the meat
just screams at the walls The kite string pops I'm swallowed whole by the sky She smokes the bones of baby dolls Techno-lexus screaming meat Heavens cold