Teksty:
Cut Off Your Hands Turn Cold

it (chorus) if somehow i waste all our time and if by some chance these stars wont align, if these walls never cease to close in dont let me turn cold

't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red, no cardiac Get your hand

Don't stop rappin' now you see what happens Your mind is gone, your crew just cut Sucker MC I'll tell you what Your rhymes are weak, your rap the same

the basement I'm a one man army, marine and navy you done made me angry I'm crazy, insane, and maybe I bite the face off your baby for anyone who try

off 2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer

t you be panickin Whose dick on your clit stiff as a manequin Bawl you up, fold you up, cut the pillow under your gut Fuck, cause when we fuck best believe

illusion and whose hands were quick But wasn't fast enough not to reveal his trick Hey yo, who be the first to set it off and just begun? Turn up the

scales of slaughter, Iraq discipline And open ya face, spit on the cut, pour the Henny in [Unverified] fuck a popa get smoked properly It ain't even got to be handed

into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time it's your son gets shot Deal with