Cold As Fuck

I'm back up on my bullshit bitch i'm cocky as f*ck Always chopping up buds drunk at the back of the pub Cockeyed, hotlines ringing for the bling, stop sign Stop right there you're a gronk living a flops life I want more money than i can carry around I think its funny i mean ugly i cant stomach it now How many people out here worried bout the government Wow, but still wont do a fucking thing to stop them from running us down I want outie like a belly button, and travel far away Plan a great escape i guess im leaving up this fathers day Hard to change your ways if you just sit there till you pass away This ain't no fucking COD no second chances, ain't no aftertaste I masquerade in a darker place as i char the chamber Ill start a race and then finish it just to get you angered My bars are weapons yours are fruity, don't try arking matey If you do you'll quickly lose and probably end up barbie blazin I'm past the state of schizophrenic it plays on my mind Manic half the time i'm awake, and it makes me wonder why Why i'm high is it fine, why's it like this Gutter kid yeah with a pair of scruffed up nike kicks I'll never change, and i put that on my mothers grave I'm insane with a heart just like a weather change