I Won’t Mind The Cold When I’m Burning

Verse 1:
I just dropped some tabs, crawl inside my living room and set up my lab, my pad, is a tomb that I lay in and rap, wit a bag of that doom that I smoke by the sack, bite a cap off a shroom wash it down wit some act, I'm intact but I'm ruined till I load up my mac, clip packed full of gloom so it shatter my hat, spent stacks on a broom stuffin bodies in the back, Colt clack, then it blasts, leaving bodies in the grass, no gas, bitch I'll pass, any rapper on a track, fuck cash, I burn racks, meet them stats and make it back, caught up demon wit a past, I'll burn to death in midst of mass, I'll laugh, flail and gasp, till my breathing ends at last, soul black, give me dap, live in depths so I adapt, known fact, bitch I'm trapped, in my crystals makin hash, throat gash, body wrapped, in the cello wit my stash, aye...

Verse 2:
I just copped some dabs, calm me down a little bit and clear out my head, rip a bong and a rig lemme cough till I'm dead, sprinkle salt around my bed laid embodiment of dread, I get lost from the meds and cost me my checks, but I flex none the less got no hearts in my chest, got a spread full of lead for my brain to make a mess, got a bitch wit some breasts and my dick up in her neck, tracin veins in my wrist with a razor tip, keep the blades in my whip where the shotty sit, drenched in gas to be lit I don't mind that shit, all my rotting fixed and my body crisp.. tracin veins in my wrist with a razor tip, keep the blades in my whip where the shotty sit, drenched in gas to be lit I don't mind that shit, all my rotting fixed and my body crisp aye...