Cold Blood Warm Nights

I like slapping people and people like getting slapped
 Maybe we could be friends, sounds like a good deal
 We could meet up and just beat the absolute fuck out of each other, sounds great!
 Lately stay low-key, I do not cap no more
 I'ma cap you if you showing at my street of course
 Dodging people in my city like a Matador
 I won't act like it'll be pretty, I been mad before
 See 'em coming through my rearview like you 'bout to floor
 But I got gas up in my pedal, and I'm past that Porsche
 If you got beef you wanna settle, you'll get shred and torn
 I got that blade, it'll leave you spread all like a bastard born
 Yeah, from a plastic corpse, you fake, faceless the way
 Take that name to my grave, but I missed it like fate
 Know 1-7 the date when I filled up my plate
 With the pills from the doctor to take away the pain
 Since then, nothing been plain, shit, I got demons to race
 And now I'm running my numbers and I been upping my pace
 Yeah, that gone run up my stake 'til I gone blow and create
 The existence I needed, bitch, there no freedom in chains
 I said
 Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
 Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit
 Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
 Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense
 Your ego, finitio, them people be evil
 No see-through, I detour to run around
 I don't want to put them underground
 Hollow tip, bullet, I gut you out
 You see what I mean, do our chi, don't be equal
 I frequent the freak show then fuck around
 I got yo' bitch in my dungeon now
 She got that dick by the dozen now
 I got that clique that gone buzz them pounds
 Fuck up the court, we go run them fouls
 She the main course, know I love that sound
 Crying my name when our love in doubt
 That kinda fucked but I'm fucked up as well
 Cancer being spreading inside in my cells
 Keeping it cold 'cause I know I bring hell
 Bitch I stay froze 'cause it keep it me well
 I said
 Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit
 Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit
 Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch
 Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense
 Boy, get up off my shit you ain't seen shit, yuh