Cold Get Colder

Fuck that man who really wish he wasn't always what he said 'Cause I'm that man who always mean it, their demeanor really trash Thrash around, I'm running circles round them, all around the track I fuckin' dance upon a beat and swim, they sinking in the sand Miracles I got mine, residue in my pipe Feral ghoul, where my mind? Clear the room cause I might Shoot the sheriff and try the deputy up on trial He workin' under The Man, he workin under The Guy Cynical and jaded, take it as a gift or as a curse Don't mean to hurt ya baby, save it though, I'm really just the worst Seen the underbelly, tell me what's the motives of a starving artist How come all my motor functions goin' in reverse? Acting natty as a bitch, can't buy into the charade Top grade chick give me top like a toupee Keep it like a buck, buttheads keep it too vague Clawing out the grave bossman, but it's too late Yeah! And the cold get colder 22 years, got a warhead on my shoulder This one ain't a chip, Sisyphus type boulder Ain't they say revenge is in the eye of the beholder? Yeah! Cold-cold feeling, cold-cold feeling Cold-cold feeling, cold-cold-cold-cold feeling Cold-cold-cold-cold feeling, cold-cold-cold Cold-cold-cold-cold feeling Different day, same pattern Thread of fate, brain scattered A blind eye, a blind flatter Keep 'em both, fuck the silver platter I make that platter my ashtray I take that rapper to ransom Fuck off, that really my catchphrase Fuck you, that really my anthem Life stories, ripping out pages With my hands, they callin' me handsome Hand me that, I'mm takin ya respect Respect this or freeze just like the rest You know what the fuck is up I'm making bread from all the bones inside these buttercups Ain't no corny get up on me just to cover up Could bag a duchess with these numbers that I'm putting up Smoke the mandrake, smoke the-smoke the mandraka Feel like P-Lo though with double rice at Benihana's You got me P.O'd hoe, me eat the beat like Baba Yaga Ya'll got me big confused with some dude who don't want no problem Off the MacBook, macro bank roll Think he MacBeth, make that Banquo Wolf in sheep clothes, he don't wanna tango They ain't see it coming, they ain't see the angle Acting natty as a bitch, can't buy into the charade Top grade chick give me top like a toupee Keep it like a buck, buttheads keep it too vague Clawing out the grave bossman, but it's too late Yeah! And the cold get colder 22 years, got a warhead on my shoulder This one ain't a chip, Sisyphus type boulder Ain't they say revenge is in the eye of the beholder? Yeah! Cold-cold feeling, cold-cold feeling Cold-cold feeling, cold-cold-cold-cold feeling Cold-cold-cold-cold feeling, cold-cold-cold Cold-cold-cold-cold feeling Cold-cold feeling, cold-cold feeling Cold-cold feeling, cold-cold-cold-cold feeling Cold-cold-cold-cold feeling, cold-cold-cold Cold-cold-cold-cold feeling