
Last Days OG Kid Frost (Ft. Above the Law & Kokane)
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[Intro: Dialogue]
[Kokane] The whole fucking world is going mad. (*Laughter*)
Well check this out
What the fuck would you do if you only have five minutes to live?
Would you do some evil shit?
[Km.G] Hell yeah
[Kokane] Or would you repent the name of your motherfucking soul?
Yo Frost
[Frost] What's up?
[Kokane] Tell these motherfuckers your last confession
[Verse 1: Frost]
The murders, I never really planned them
I just read through the telephone book chose them random
Mrs Jones, 215 South Michigan, Apartment 14, yo my victim
I'm at home polishing my Chrome and rolling joints
And put the silent knot in the tips of the hollow points
Dumb bitch, left the door unlocked
Now I'm putting on my Ski mask and .45 is cocked
Trying to stay quit, the front door is squeezed
Anxious, I haven't seen blood of weaks
Known that cops wanna fold me
Thinking of some shit my psychiatrist told me
But fuck it, I wanted so that I taste it
One more fantasy for feeling this one life wasting
And they said I have a fucked up view
Now purpose through our head and here's your moment of true...
[Kokane] The whole fucking world is going mad. (*Laughter*)
Well check this out
What the fuck would you do if you only have five minutes to live?
Would you do some evil shit?
[Km.G] Hell yeah
[Kokane] Or would you repent the name of your motherfucking soul?
Yo Frost
[Frost] What's up?
[Kokane] Tell these motherfuckers your last confession
[Verse 1: Frost]
The murders, I never really planned them
I just read through the telephone book chose them random
Mrs Jones, 215 South Michigan, Apartment 14, yo my victim
I'm at home polishing my Chrome and rolling joints
And put the silent knot in the tips of the hollow points
Dumb bitch, left the door unlocked
Now I'm putting on my Ski mask and .45 is cocked
Trying to stay quit, the front door is squeezed
Anxious, I haven't seen blood of weaks
Known that cops wanna fold me
Thinking of some shit my psychiatrist told me
But fuck it, I wanted so that I taste it
One more fantasy for feeling this one life wasting
And they said I have a fucked up view
Now purpose through our head and here's your moment of true...
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