Cold Day In Hell Lyrics

[Chorus:]
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'm a burn like a sinner when they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride.

[Verse 1:]
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 f*cked up time. So many f*cked up minds inspire f*cked up crimes. & they be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime. Too many coward motha f*ckas livin life with no spine. We in a bind.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
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 f*ckas bleed. Like some hooker on the street. Sellin p*ssy 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. [Chorus]

[Bridge:]
You think that I don't see. Ya better take it on down the road. Ya think that they don't see, but everybody f*ckin knows, watch me unload.

[Verse 3:]
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 f*ckin dope man I'm always stay slangin. Drivebys on these fake perpetrators stay bangin. I'm a always stay the same while the while the world keeps changing.

[Chorus]

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