DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Keep the earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn You were cold as the blood through your bones And the light which

I don't love you anymore' is all I remember you telling me Never have I felt so cold I have no more blood to bleed As my heart has been draining into the sea Within my bones this resonates Boiling blood will circulate Could you tell me again what you did

If you can tell me something worth fighting for Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head Honey, all the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a trace And

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Caspian's killer told me so Sie sind viel zu lange wach Der weiße Engel lässt sie fliegen Lalalala-lalala Durch die Nacht Kiss me (kiss me) Auf dem Spiegel

When the music stops Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be

We’ve been down this path before Tell me was it all worth it, to watch your kingdom grow? All the anchors in the ocean haven’t sunk this low Sunk this low Cold blooded retribution So fuck your revolution You are rotten to the core You knew all along,

Lying there cold after a torturous death Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots infest your disfigured face Pus through your veins takes the place of blood Decay sets in, bones begin to crack Thrown

And the choirs kept singing of freedom Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun And Addie Mae Collins, her

Keep the earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn You were cold as the blood through your bones And the light which