Cold Hands Video (MV)

Chip on my should like don't f*ck with me
If I was you I'd stay away from me
Bugs in my bed they try to lay with me
These stone cold hands won't pull
Back, back, back, back
(Buck, buck, buck!)

I know they tried to cut me out like it was over
Out of site, They did not know that I am deadly when I'm sober
Hidden on me unfortunately
An ace tucked in my sleeve when this is over (Yeah)
Pull out the bag and cock it like (Buck, buck, buck)
I got the energy
They call me center point
I'll over load it and cut off your line
Just to prove a point
Tear this joint up like a scapula
Single them out like a bachelor
Bury their bodies tarantulas
Toss the potato rotation
Right back at cha
Hook'em like fish, catch'em with bait
Lay out the plates, eat them like steak
Light up the grill , Increase the flare
Cookin done-well, now you're medium rare
I guess I'm bring'em in
Stretching'em out like animal skin
Stand'em up tall and linin'em in
Knock'em down
Bowling ball pins
I think I need a new tonic
Burnin the track like its chronic
Bitch say I'm acting demonic
Rock solid, I keep it plutonic
They ask me to lead
I say I don't want it
They ask me for hooks
I say I'm on phonics
You gonna get it
If you don't want it
They reach for the mag
I'm bringing a gauntlet!

Chip on my should like don't f*ck with me
If I was you I'd stay away from me
Bugs in my bed they try to lay with me
These stone cold hands won't pull
Back, back, back, back
(Buck, buck, buck!)

They used to try to keep me grounded, like it's (Shocking)
But I stuff them full of bullshit to the brim (Christmas stocking)
They used to love it when I rocket (Steven hawking)
Now they hate when I'm knocking (They stopped talking)
Hardest to the core
I am fire walking
Defying laws of gravity
L am moon walking
Hard strikes from my teeth
Like I am rhyme flossing
Corona verse leave you under 6ft
(Cough, cough)
Coffin
I'll set fire to the beat, like you were asking for smoke
Multiple lines will punch you, Without even saying a joke
I stay on time like a regular
That's when I keep to myself
I constantly keeping my eye on you
Like an elf on the shelf
Mythical like loc-ness
They say I've never been seen
I'll F*ck up your breathing
When you come near me like Covid-19
Grade this shred with the beat
Like we were cutting the cheese
I got that Lumber jack smoke,
We can Paul bunion these trees

Chip on my should like don't f*ck with me
If I was you I'd stay away from me
Bugs in my bed they try to lay with me
These stone cold hands won't pull
Back, back, back, back
(Buck, buck, buck!)