This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

That shit was wack as fuck

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

You're our own flesh and blood/

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Hand to hand in the cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done