Cold Day In Hell - Boondox

I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife

I might burn like a sinner if they take my life, but it’s a cold day in hell

before they take my pride

I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife

I’ma burn like a sinner when they take my life, but it’s a cold day in hell

before they take my pride

I sold my soul to the devil for this mic in my hand, but I ain’t ever gonna

sell out

A million dollars for my name to expand

Take ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the hell out

We really living in a fucked up time

So many fucked up minds inspire fucked up crimes

& they be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime

Too many coward motha fuckas livin life with no spine

We in a bind

My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they please just

to get what they need

They use are name just to get a little fame

Then it’s out like a flame

I wanna make these fuckas bleed

Like some hooker on the street

Sellin pussy just to eat

Take the money & run

I wanna take out my heat

Pull up on em while they sleeping

Put em six feet deep disrespectin psychopathic put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep

You think that I don’t see

Ya better take it on down the road

Ya think that they don’t see, but everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload

One thing I ain’t is a self righteous saint

Too many sins been committed to ever get me acquitted

But it’s a fact won’t find a knife if ya back cause I put it all on this track,

& to this shit I’m committed

& I won’t ever leave ya hangin

Always keep that thang swangin like the fuckin dope man I’m always stay slangin

Drivebys on these fake perpetrators stay bangin

I’ma always stay the same while the while the world keeps changing