Alphabetical - Cold

Pull up to the spot
Tinted coupe
Ride solo
While you're in a group
I just blend in
Don't attract attention
Scoping out the situation
Walk the perimeter, do the casing
Got no phone
There is no tracing
I'm a ghost
A silhouette
Surprise you like Russian roulette
As you conspire your empire
By the fire, feel my wire
A garrote
Vessel pop
Slice your fingers cuz they're caught
All that struggle's all for naught
Have you buried, left to rot
Sail my boat to somewhere hot
Cops and judges all been bought
You don't
Cleaners
Mess with
Hitters
You don't want to mess with me
You don't
Assassins
Mess with
Killers
I'm so cold my heart's freezing
Next assignment
Scottish highlands
Target is out up there hiding
But my scope is telescopic
Always rock the hottest optics
Now he's in my sights
Hold my breath
Keep it tight
Compensate for the wind
Have to wait; discipline
You don't
Cleaners
Mess with
Hitters
You don't want to mess with me
You don't
Assassins
Mess with
Killers
I'm so cold my heart's freezing
Check my mirror for a tail
Ship a bomb in the mail
Just like my name was Ted
And I live in a shed
Might grow out my beard
And smell a little weird
Just so I can disguise
As a harmless homeless guy
Catch you as you're passing by
Drop some change in my cup
You don't know your time is up
In a second you'll be stuck
All I do is walk behind
Stick a knife into your spine
Do a twist, feel the grind
That should leave you paralyzed
You don't
Cleaners
Mess with
Hitters
You don't want to mess with me
You don't
Assassins
Mess with
Killers
I'm so cold my heart's freezing
4-2 slim
Taped to my chest
I was trained
By the best
Your detectors can't detect
And your vest can't deflect
All my bullets
Armor piercing
Smoking like an Elle McPherson
Or some tiny Baby Jeeter
Hollow points are your defeater
You don't
Cleaners
Mess with
Hitters
You don't want to mess with me
You don't
Assassins
Mess with
Killers
I'm so cold my heart's freezing
Won't clip your wife and kids
But your body, I'll get rid
Drop it in a vat of 'cid
No they'll never pop the lid
Your whereabouts uncertain
So they file you missing person
Case status undetermined
I just laugh like Pee Wee Herman
The word of the day
Is cold like your case
Killer gone without a trace
No one even saw my face
Cruising at a slow pace
There is no need to race
No one even has my plate
And I'm headed out of state
You don't
Cleaners
Mess with
Hitters
You don't want to mess with me
You don't
Assassins
Mess with
Killers
I'm so cold my heart's freezing
The moral of the story
Is I am predatory
Painting pictures that are gory
With words derogatory
All your worries will be buried
All the critters that will scurry
In a flurry to your body
'Cause they love the flesh that's rotting
You don't
Cleaners
Mess with
Hitters
You don't want to mess with me
You don't
Assassins
Mess with
Killers
I'm so cold my heart's freezing

Written by:
Rafael Ginebra

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