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Cold Blooded
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Hip-Hop
Cold Blooded was released on April 26, 2019 by Battle Axe as a part of the album Demons
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AlbumDemons
Release DateApril 26, 2019
LabelBattle Axe
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madchild
Madchild
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Jason Ralph
Shane Jason Ralph
Songwriter
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Lance
C-Lance
Producer
Rob The Viking
Rob The Viking
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm sayin'
The little monster is back, back
Ay, the little monster is back, back
Yo, she sayin', okay
[Verse 2]
I'm a soldier, you're a farmer with a pitchfork
John Wick, kill every assassin on the switchboard
Axe murder accident, text words with texture
Absurd-a axe murder, tracks like I'm Dexter
Cold blooded, so sudden, nobody's breakfast
My guest list, nobody, so bloody reckless
If I don't write, things are not very promising
Not many strong as him, but not lots of common sense
Shit, quarter mill, just on Japanese garmentry
Did more pills than the back of a pharmacy
Spectacle, skeptical, replicas blocked out
Put me in the ring, that's a technical knockout
Yeah, she sayin'
[Verse 3]
Okay, okay
[Verse 4]
Can't let these geeks have it, beast back to wreak havoc
Fresh dressed and real savage, can't fuck with these fabrics
Guns up in each cabinet, shawty by the bed
If you break into my house, that's a body full of lead
Somebody probably should've said, I am coming back for vengeance
To bury all my enemies and cherish all my friendships
Cuttin' all the people out my life that have no guts
Spazzin' out on tracks, I just black out and go nuts
Provocatively talking awkwardly, you rockin' with me
Fucked up so many times, I'm like God, forgive me
Thank God, I can spit a sick sixteen
Drug money, rap money, ain't work since sixteen
Real shit, ay, just sayin'
[Verse 5]
Ay, $130,000 on my whip, wearin' ripped jeans
$100,000 on my other whip, making quick cream
Cash rules everything around me, don't come through my boundaries
Everything I do, it's astounding
Underground king, then I got demoted
Now Carlito's in the bathroom, I'm reloadin'
I don't give a flying fuck what you got recorded
But my thought's distorted, but I got rewarded
[Verse 6]
(Yo, pass the blunt)
I'm a problem in this game, homie, pass me the ball
I just hung another two plaques on my wall
'Cause I'm back from a relapse, cash 'cause I freelance
I snap like a tree branch, on my tracks made by C-Lance
Smashin' on you fuckers
Written by: Craig Lanciani, Shane Jason Ralph
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