The Harbinger - Cold Lyrics

She slurping my pipe like a bowl of spaghetti
I'm Told her I'm ready, I'm drippin like Fiji
I gave her good dick but the sex has no meaning
I treat her like shit baby I'm so deameaning
I'm cleaning, and fiending for weed yo I need it
I'm stealing, and dealing these drugs to the children
(Uh can we like run that back)

I'm just a fatty, my curly hair ratty
I got my face tatted, nah bitch I'm just kidding
I always be sinning, she swallow my kids she not spitting
I'm winning, I'm grinning, my soul is now bidding
God is the winner, can I go swimming
(Yeah Swimming wish the fishes cuz I'll be f*ckin dead)

Yeah baby I sell dope for a hunnid bands
Ima rub a train in your ass like a quarterback
Spread the cheeks eat the ass like a dinner snack
Gotta backpack, full of blunt wraps
Do wanna hit a stain, then smoke crack
In the outback, can you cut slack Shits whack

I'm a pipe this hoe
In the Minnesota cold
That's why I stay froze brrrr

I hate the internet, deep on the inter webs
Shoutout the spiders, I f*ck with on Instagram
On David letterman, I am a loser but making the cheddar bread
Calling me slender man, losing the weight again
I am the reverend, calling a priest on the weekend ya
I see you baby you geekin ya
Sucking on meat why you tweaking ya
You slurring you're words while you speakin ya
I nut in your mouth while I'm sneaking ya