Cold Lyrics

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