Cold As A Butcher L.E.G.A.C.Y.

[Intro]
You don't wanna see us
Come on man, we cold
You're not seeing us at all man
No competition, Kobe and Shaq of this
(...Before he assaulted the chick)

[Verse 1]
Deep under my chest, hard beats under my flesh
The light bitch is real
And I do assume
"That Nigga Was Ill" will be etched on my tombstone
Like the Pied Piper
Forever like Gobstoppers
I mark creases
Rhyme pages of the Bible
I'm not Jesus but they wait on my arrival
But first
When and where, speculating
At birth, smack the nurse's ass when she came in
Alias George cause the hoes get Curious
They call me more
I'm so serious
I pray to change me
I'm swift to ride off
Made the day angry
And pissed the night off
Swift like dragonflys
My dick and apple pies
I mask my eyes
I slashed you die
Oh, when I push you, I slash you for sport
Cold as the Butcher in Gangs Of New York