COLDBLOODED - Devil's Rejects

05. Devil's Rejects Production by Baby Ray (soundcloud.com/babyraysucka) Lyrics: *CHORUS i ain't gone stop shooting till you fucking stop moving [bitch don't fuck with us] i ain't gone stop shooting till you fucking stop moving [bitch don't fuck with us] y'all ain't wanna test me. heavy weapons steadily aiming at your chest piece bitch. bottom feeder broke ass fuck boy living with your parents. wouldn't know arrogance if you stared at it in the god damn dictionary. who the fuck these no name self proclaimed rappers? irrelevant rookies acting like veterans and only dropped 1 track bitch. coldblooded shitting all over your ambitions. this 212 since the beginning and weak bitches ain't no competition. it's what to expect now check it. Jones never unprecedented. me and my benjamins presidential tint flexing in the benz again. i'm educated. y'all in elementary. and drama queens can involuntarily swallow all of these hollow tips down your narrow esophagus bitch. it's coldblooded. no need for discussion. we the untouchable kush blunt punishers reluctant to trust anyone. bruh i'm just wondering when in the fuck are you gonna discover you can't out hustle us. shit, y'all are still catching up to us. bitch don't fuck with us. dude i'm fucking faded. 212 affiliated. munching peyote cactus for breakfast, hallucinating. getting cocaine by the kilo. i been looking like al pacino in 83 bathing in the c-notes bitch. see Jones ghost riding the whip so i ain't been running the block, i haunt it. 5 minutes past a quarter after 4 in the morning. Jones returning back from deep waters where my darkest thoughts lay dormant. i'm paranormal. now y'all are considering this force fed paranoia. oh yeuh. i'm at the top of the roster looking 95 stone cold steve austin up inside of the mosh pit. cost effectively processing the pros and cons of all of my options. pounding a thousand vodka and whiskey shots off of the bottle. launching molotov concoctions towards apartments. modern day arsonist torching shit. sparking large quantities of quality chronic and following the beat with optimal choreography. i'm calling this my hip hop hypothesis. i'm reckless. beyond catastrophic. snapping your neck when i stomping your jaw into the concrete. *CHORUS copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved.