I’m gon' stab you with a knife
Chapo pull out the machete
Bitch boy, no matter the time
The whole gang standing on ready
Think I’m gonna lose my mind
Cold is high and getting petty
Fuck a bitch boy when he press
Let’s go dance, come on and test me

Bitch you flexing on the wrong block
Go to war, this Vietnam
Know my jungle, got no comfort
For you hoes, shit, we ain’t calm
Co-op with the LostBoysClique
Dance 'round your body just to style
Play this song we pump our shit
On maximum volume all the time

They call me Baby Jesus, bitch I walk on water
No matter how iced out you think you are
On them beats I end up colder
Let’s compare all of our parts
Find out if you are poser
Just a joke, don’t give a fuck
Take the ‘Fly out, and I fold em

Make em flick with the blick, when you diss on my Clique
Make it hit with the stick
When u try to fuck us, that’s safe
Pop out, Civic, choppers lit, pump our shit in .wav
On that kill, aim it still to Cold and Chapo on Copy Paste

Smoke on your spirit
But I’m not talking about that tobacco
Fuck, I be livid
If you want to approach me, you should be careful
Clock keeps on ticking
No police, I told the gang let’s go stack hoes
Chapo gon kick it
Stolen vehicle, then we smoke on your pack hoe

SLASH UP YOUR BITCH
BITCH YOU NEXT SHUT YOUR MOUTH
SHIT YOU ASKED WHAT IT IS
NOW YOU GOT IT, NO DOUBT
UNDERSTAND HOW WE TICK?
SHOULD BE SCARED, COLD IS OUT 
I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR CLICKS
I’M A DEMON GO FUCK YOUR CLOUT

You cannot compare I’m a prospect
You searching for a flaw
This gun from Serbia, I cock it
Steady on BreakDaLaw
I’m constantly dreaming about violence
I mean who could’ve thought?
Your neck look like teeth because I floss it
Cut it with my saw

Where do I go with these violent thoughts
I cannot stop
Murder on my mind, going in the club
Okay, what’s up?
See I know I’m fucked, cuz I need to pop him
Just for fun
Why I’m so cold, is a question psychologists can’t solve

Hunt them
In the alley
You a runner, you is cap
Count down
And we steady
With the guns tight in our hand
Cold with that Four
Tell em to go
LMCM is loaded and ready to blow
Cooking that stone
Ashes we smoke
Cannot wait till we shooting up your funeral

I WANT TO KILL

I PRODUCE WRITE MIX AND MASTER EVERYTHING MYSELF
INDEPENDENT TILL I D.I.E. #LBC #LMCM
THIS PROFILE IS FOR RELEASING SOME UNRELEASED SONGS EVERY 2 WEEKS

I WANT TO KILL

Cold Cypher