I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
[Common] Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh - cold
Run with me or run from me Pussies don't get pussy I murdered all of my foes, contract killing Twenty K will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling Midst
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold Why do I not escape Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold I'm the scourage of my self made walls Shadows
[common] Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the c to the, huh - cold
Late last night at rest with my mate I'm visited by a victim of hate A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same They would never live Nor would they
Choking on the ladders you're hoping to climb Swimming through the oceans divine You keep wishing on stars that won't take you far Wish me, wish me far
Black heart red eyes of a killer No conscience no regret Assassination hunger One blast you're put to death Lost child no attention getter All his life
Cruisin' downtown, shakin' her love See that babe talkin' to me Felt my heart drop, women can't stop Girl has got me on my knees Baby, baby, babe, don
(Bator/James) Chorus You got the passion of an empty mansion Don't feel no fire when the blood runs cold There ain't no hurtin' like two hearts uncertain
No chance for survival spilling innocent blood Cries of the undead too deafening to ignore Craving desire Into the terror unknown Never to live again
There's a fire in the road where a frame is burnt And other automobiles are slowing down around the fire Lanes are backed up and people get all anxious
Yo krazy. Q'vole Bout to kick another oldie or what? Simon who want to flip that shit. Alright let's do it. Tripping out on everybody I don't trust nobody
non ti ricordi di Ken Saro Wiwa? il poeta nigeriano un eroe dei nostri tempi non ti ricordi di Ken Saro Wiwa? perche troppo ha amato l'hanno ammazzato
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold why do I not escape arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold I'm the scourage of my self made walls Shadows of
Non ti ricordi di Ken Saro Wiwa? il poeta nigeriano un eroe dei nostri tempi non ti ricordi di Ken Saro Wiwa? perche troppo ha amato l?hanno ammazzato
