[Hook: Geno]
I know you're so cold, I am alone
[Insane D]
Why you leave me cold alone with these voices in my dome
Grab the chrome put it in my mouth, I'm about to blow my brains out
Theres no doubt you want to see me deceased
Grab the piece, let the bullets release
Creep through the streets with my heat, I'm a beast
Human meat is the feast of this freak
Eat till your brain show, not what you know ho
Everything slow mo got me loco
Psycho Michael grab a rifle point it at your idol
Vital threats could get your neck cut up
Back on up you fuckin' punk
Get smacked up, you should be hacked up
I'm sick of these crackers tryin' to act tough
I'mma grab the pump, load the bullet to see how many penetrate through your skin
Where do I begin when it comes to this?
All I know now is you can rest in piss
You fuckin' bitch, death haunts you just like I stalk you
There won't be no chalk around you cause they'll never find you
[Hook: Geno]
I know you're so cold
You keep on running but running won't get away from me
I am alone
Another victim of my morbid sanity
[Geno]
Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention please
Pull up a seat, this story will make you weak in the knees
It's about a family on a camping trip you see
Didn't know they'd run into me, especially when I'm on a killing spree
They ran through the woods, screamed for their life
Then little Johnny tripped in the pale moonlight
That wasn't good, I'm gripping my knife
A smile on my face, the little boy cries
To my surprise the daddy's still alive
He jumps on a tree, throws dirt in my eyes
Oh my god, oh me, oh my
That motherfucker just made me blind
They run for the car, I'm right behind
So pissed off about the dirt in my eyes
He opens the door, it's me on the side
Pulls out a gun from the dash in his ride
Shoots me up about 8 or 9 times
To their surprise, I'm still alive
I'm just laughing cause I know
I could never die
[Hook]
[Dope Fiend]
One day she woke up screamin', I don't know what I'm feelin'
I cocked the hammer back and said "Yo bitch, you're fuckin' with a demon"
And this boy don't play today, and anybody steppin up gettin' blown away
'Cause I don't give a fuck, rackin' 'em up
Hundreds of bodies have been in the trunk
And I'm gone on the freeway lookin' for a new graveplot
Lookin' out for police cause the license plate stay hot
I think I found a spot, put 'em in the dirt bro
Then you catch me out of state cause I ain't goin' down to jail ho
[Hook]
Cold was written by Dope Fiend & Geno Cultshit & Damien Quinn.
Cold was produced by LSP (Lyrikal Snuff Productions).