Cold World

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Yo, men that stepped to me I been murdering, killing
But today I was told to murk little children
I need to kill the kid of our worst enemy
I really don't know if I can pull through this mentally
I clapped a lot of victims, but they was never a child
I even got to shooting a head that's senile
But a six year old? I stayed away from that shit
But now, Mr. Smith, I'll dispatch your brat kid
I'm standing on the grass on your garden yard
It's your son's birthday, I'm quote on quote "bodyguard"
See the kids party hard, if you can say that for first graders
You just said to your son "I'm off to work, later!"
So now me and 'em alone, I tell 'em "Come inside
The house, 'cause it's dangerous", it's 'bout to be a homicide
When I shoot all the fifteen guests and Dick
It's Richard's birthday today, it's still messing with
Me, am I able to unload the clip
On a small, innocent horde of kids?
When they come inside the house, I lock the door
Put them all in one room, I can't squeeze the glock yet though
I look at Dick, he talking to a friend of his
I can't possibly hurt this child, I can't do this
You know what? Fuck it, I'mma do it, just quick
I want to see the bullets bust shit
If the jakes come here, I'mma murk the cops
Pull the stick out of my pants, then they heard a shot
After they saw I was pulling the trigger
Some tried to run away, but bullets are quicker
I see guts flying, I hear a lot of crying
Soon as I reload the clip, everybody dying
I see emptiness in eyes, they been clapped by gun
These little children bleeding, wait, what have I done?
 
I was the one who adopted you and raised you
Inside I'm a monster, ready to spray you
You was my little baby, I was your daddy
No one told you that me is a coward, a sadist
I pretended to love you to be to make your life painful
I waited for you to grow up, so I can push a knife, blade, through
Your stomach, now you dead and I feel no remorse
I just went back to wiping blood off forty fours
Your first brother was more lucky, he got to turn eighteen
But what defined that fucker was the word lazy
And he was a handsome boy, and his flirt crazy
So then I figured he would hurt ladies
So before he got with one, I threw his ass in a river
Then me and friends discussed his death while passing a cigar
Little did they know that shortly after they gon' drown too
I watched 'em gasp for air, while I drank on Mountain Dew
Your second bro lived enough for me to show him his first stick
But then I thought for real and domed him when saw he was so worthless
After I got home, I hanged my baby mama
My grandma tried to interrupt me, so I sprayed the choppa
Chopped 'em both up and then threw 'em in the sewer
Then went to buy a chain, I was shooting at the jeweler
But fuck the police, cops ain't catching me
Mock the shit out 'em, never stop the travesty
You might've died a ten year old, but your life was happy
So when I get to heaven, please explain, why don't you like your daddy?

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