Joon the Introvert - Cold MF Lyrics

I might be crazy in the head a little bit, ya little bitch
I been wilding since I was a little shit with a little dick
Everybody trying to hate on my style
And profile my whole album like I actually give a shit
Cuz they can eat a dick, pickle it in a bit
Take a shit in their cereal and put cinnamon in the mix
I plead the fifth let the murderer talk
I walk around starting shit like I prefer to be shot
I don't believe in violence but I endorse it
Go ahead and grab your reinforcements I'm on my war shit
Cuz I'm tired of not being on people's best list
And hear ya wack rhymes to a Cartier set list
But I digress, who possesses the best raps
I overlap cats with wack raps with the Wreckless
You probably thought about my necklace
Or gold grill smiling like an idiot looking ridiculous
Please
Stay off of my Steez
I'm asking you please
Don't try to be me
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
Please
Stay off of my Steez
I'm asking you please
Don't try to be me
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
Hi, my name is Joon and I'm a Texas Thowed Yungsta
I'm riding bumper to bumper in a jalopy but I keep it bumping
They say I'm stunting but I really got nothing
I never said I got it like that cuz it's better than fronting
I got 22s on an imaginary deluxe cab
They rub bad and run flat naw f*ck that
I would rather f*ck a bitch with AIDS
And have a throbbing burning dick for days and sick for days
Than to be spitting like the shit today
And be a product of what the system make
Ok, I'm like FUCK every rapper who's not spitting like this
Now I'm not saying I'm the G.O.A.T. but I'm legit as shit
You can hand me a pencil and watch me work shit
Never close to perfect, but I fulfill my God given purpose
Now who's to say I'm not good at rap
But when it comes to kissing ass, I'm no good at that
Please
Stay off of my Steez
I'm asking you please
Don't try to be me
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
Please
Stay off of my Steez
I'm asking you please
Don't try to be me
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
I must admit I got a chip on my shoulder
I give a flying f*ck, you Daffy Duck mother f*ckers is over
I got a sick mind coming up with sick lines
I spit rhymes faster than cats can get time
Waving a AK at a cop car
I'm in the stoody with booties making it pop just like a pop tart
I clench their booty like they gotta fart
I got a session I don't wanna start cuz I'd rather watch the world fall apart
Listen to idiotic trash they call hip hop
Bitch stop, not letting it happen on my wrist watch
I'm a cannibal, eating rappers like animals
It's understandable I'm not an equilateral
You square f*ckers is sick jokes
Sounding like some God damn retards it's getting old
I should stab every rapper that I meet on sight
And tell the world of Hip Hop, We gonna be alright
Please
Stay off of my Steez
I'm asking you please
Don't try to be me
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
Please
Stay off of my Steez
I'm asking you please
Don't try to be me
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey
Cuz I'm a Cold Mother F*cker, Hey