thriller, thriller night You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold
Yeah Had to do this one One time. Hello death it seems that we meet again You keep taking friends that I'll never see again I guess they gotta leave,
drinking is an ice cold beer So cool in lying and I tried tried But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time Done looking for the critics, cuz they're
was gone He didn't know where he was Can't you hear him cry This time he is alive He's out to seek and find To find his own style in time No more retreat
dollls filled with hate Wash yourself with their blood Drive into the raging current of time Swing your murderous weapon into the belly "the earth" Shout and start creating confusion Shed your blood
ain't up in cluster's! Too many times I done paid my dues Even today I'm still payin em fool! (Could it be da reason I'm so cold in da rap game is muthafuckin
closed always had somethin hot on my plate a lotta times i was full before my people even ate aunt sandra and grandma dorothy ya'll my blood for life
gin and juice, and then I continue to roll [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:] Ain't no love in the sex no mo', I see Bloods killing Bloods And cuz killing cuz, I remember
in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul gettin' paper been so important since I've been on my own don't nobody love me in this cold world fuck
Mo City CMG, KMJ, this how it go [Chorus] Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time
park And I unloaded the Mac, and I'm kinda cold Cause the favorite mask of a mama Bullet had my shirt spinning to my back But I ain't got time to bleed
nothing but bitches and hoes Suppose, all a nigga wanted was the good life Live in upper class, laying back on my ass With a maid and a butler Sipping on a ice cold
bastards The virtuous ones always circle like a storm The carnivores always rip into the cold For merry merry more They rip into the cold Now is the time
the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "
he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused