Cold Cold World

Lyrics

[Intro] It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars [Verse 1: ClockworC] Lost in this Burning down the building as we stepping in it Ashes in the wake You better be praying for the second killing Coming in and I be dodging acid raindrops Walking on the faultic tell em with my ray johns Screaming till my veins pop, dang dog Knocking on my dang mom, out came claw town Bomb with my brains off You thinking that you smart but I'm sparking and Sherlockian And dog Watson hopped up into the hose bobbin' A juggernaut I can talk to by chuckin' vodka Not in the head start for the hip and then hop and you playin' possum But I got a lot of coffins that cost and yep clocks We was get up on the block and mouth my damn rock And i rolled this whole dang rap game up Puff you bum fucks till I'm knockin' my lungs You got to be choppin' another chip off my block to be double gang Bangin on me baby, I be slaying you for salt like [Hook] It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars [Verse 2: ClockworC & Mr. Grey] Alabaster caster with curses I'm putting that work in Serving that bippity boppity boop I'm that machine ya petty vermin Better turn my sermon I'm more than certain Leave you tatted on your back Spread ass for click-clack curtains You put derp in a serpent My serpent curbin' you perps with a purpose Sherman in the goal with my guns in the girly twerkin' With the babblin' and blurbin Have me stabbing and swerving Drinking Molotovs mixed in the gas with a Bourbon King Kong, filthy thing God, with the drink God Peep hot fire, crack rock, pinky ring gone Sun gone, fire flame mound, red dawn Devil dance on, spit on your grave Meet Mr. Manson Pants off, pants off, with your grandma Man grown, I'm the mad dog, from the sandlot Hacksaw, dug on that sauce, smash all Crash God, fuck em boi, sick call cancer [Hook] It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars [Verse 3: Mr. Grey] Bitch, I'm a cold motherfucker Fuckboi, dig yourself a hole motherfucker Who you gonna be weavin' and duckin' Chickens getting the pluck Leave you tarred and feathered, next to nothing Below zero climate, world weather warning Ignite me, firestorm, calling up where I was born Hell yeah, hellbound, hellhound Pushing through the snow Burn you down in your hometown Don't feed the basement, leg after leg I can't lead a lamb, but the lamb on a lead My ville go-getter, nobody does it better You like a hiker with no sweater I'm the coming cold weather I'm Frank Sinatra, this my troublesome opera Shocked terrible with my Mr. Spock yeah Left stun glass galled over the floor Tapped out and tearing out, please no more [Hook] It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars It's a cold cold world but I'm bringing that fire A full cooked press when you play us and the rest Cause its gang gang meant for no fuckboi liars