This is a song about "Cold blooded"

And there's little to be glad for

She turn cold as a freezer

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Only thing ya seen was blooded brains when his sinus blown

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Where the floor boards are so cold,

All because of a heart, that turned cold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Verse 2: cold blooded j shooter, that's the name.

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

I looked through you just to rip your cold blooded heart out

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

I mean of course just the same old

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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