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Ese 40'Z
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Cold Case RedruM
(Ese 40'z Verse One) Woke up this morning my thoughts on the breeze heard the death on the wind as it blew through the trees and the sky was still dark as I rose from the dirt in a field by a ditch peeling mud off my shirt while I crept through the darkness the steam off my breath freezing ice feeling heartless no energy left and all I remember was hearing the shots feeling cold like December with slugs burning hot it was me on the trigger gun powder spark brightening blood flowed in the river with flashes of lightning and thunderous clapping of rifles and pistols and balas kept flying like rockets and missiles but then I blacked out so here I am walking rolled up to the pad at the door and start knocking with no one to answer I twisted the knob then the door slowly opened my head fucking throbbed hit the bathroom and switched on the light my reflection and flashbacks straight spread through my mind like infection my shirt full of blood but it wasn't my own so I jumped in the shower and scrubbed to the bone threw the clothes in a barrel and lit them on fire my bloody apparel my gangsta attire walked in the room and my glock's on the bed with a sawed off shotgun full of speckles of red dug a grave for the gats and I buried em deep hit the bed for a nap as I drifted to sleep
(Chorus) Because I hide grave shit with that cold case redrum I leave the highway lit with the that cold case redrum up to your driveway quick with that cold case redrum I let the nine spray clips with that cold case....redrum Because I hide grave shit (redrum esac dloc taht htiw) I leave the highway lit (redrum esac dloc taht htiw) up to your driveway quick (redrum esac dloc taht htiw) I leave the nine spray clips with that cold case....redrum
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (Ese 40'z Verse Two) Woke up in a daze on a Depakote phase downing handfuls of Lithium as I got blazed and I thought to myself am I really myself in a fucked up psycho schizophrenic way I kind of felt that I needed some help so I grabbed me a fifth broke the shot glass on the wall and put the bottle to my lips snort some coke for a lift mounds of snow in a drift hit my core it was swift as my thoughts start to drift now I'm no longer empty I'm filled with the darkness and creeping the night just so ready to spark this gun powder out the clip to leave forensic mysteries blood spatter pattern shit and then the gun is history grind the numbers off the strap you know the numbers that be serial serial number killer and I'm not talking cheerios here it goes....I rolled up to the residence bag around the gat so I collect up all the evidence fuck em all, as I commence to drain the clip hand around the pistol grip let the sticky fluid drip but then I woke up again full of blood on my mattress went straight for the gas headed straight for the matches I burned it all up straight tampered the evidence cold cases turned up and I ran from it ever since and that's how it went when them fools caught the misery bucking with tools aint' no clues to this mystery
(Chorus) Because I hide grave shit with that cold case redrum I leave the highway lit with the that cold case redrum up to your driveway quick with that cold case redrum I let the nine spray clips with that cold case....redrum Because I hide grave shit (redrum esac dloc taht htiw) I leave the highway lit (redrum esac dloc taht htiw) up to your driveway quick (redrum esac dloc taht htiw) I leave the nine spray clips with that cold case....redrum
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