Out Cold

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna]

[Verse 1 - Trellion]
Yo
They call me Dumb Corleone
I fed your mom more baloney than Nonna's Deli
She kept going on at Trelly, and I was, like
“Loudies , I’m going out, you can get me on the celly”
Uh, hoover balls of speed, pupils aubergine
Shoot an OZ of [?] in the stolen jeep
Scoped your niece, Trelly super-soak a geese [?]
Yeah, I dug it out, (Where?), in her mother’s house
Bulldozer, meat cleaver to the neat beaver
Hah, don’t understand this shit? Me neither
It’s like Tony ain’t right in the head
Like I said, friend, if you don’t like what I said, then-
Just give me what I need then ghost
On another note, let me raise a toast to the Almighty, alrighty
Man say they on it, it’s a hoax
Then come running back when they realise they missed the boat

[Hook]
No hope for you now, save face, be out
Be a face in the crowd, hoe, take you out
Take the crown home, Trelly running shit, like ‘Alpo’
My style’s so 1-1-6 in the house
No hope for you now, save face, be out
Be a face in the crowd, hoe, take you out
Take the crown home, Sniffy runnin' shit like Alpo
Out cold, spliff in the mouth

[Verse 2 - Sniff]
Yo, deep coma, don’t sweat, the beef’s over
Sleep soldier, find me on your street corner
Neat Coca, sipping on some cream soda
Don’t listen to them bitches in the scene, joker
Tree toker, demote ya
You ain’t nothing but a dweeb, son, I’m heat scolding
Sniper through the peephole, me no understand
Hundred grand and counting, more gas than Auschwitz
More gash to pound in, fuck a broad, nothing more
When I step, man, it’s fuckin raw, fuck ‘em all
That goes to him, her and you too
Voodoo specialist, moonfruit Petri dish
Two-two’s neck was slit, next to this, son, you’re nothing
I get my fifteen mins of fame, like Rupert Pupkin