Cold Day In Hell lyrics

by

Insane Clown Posse


[Chorus]
I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride

[Verse 1]
I sold my soul to the devil for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever gonna sell out
A million dollars for my name to expand
Take ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the hell out
We really living in a f*cked up time
So many f*cked up minds inspire f*cked up crimes
& they be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime
Too many coward motha f*ckas livin life with no spine
We in a bind

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they please just to get what they need
They use are name just to get a little fame
Then it's out like a flame
I wanna make these f*ckas bleed
Like some hooker on the street
Sellin pus*y just to eat
Take the money & run
I wanna take out my heat
Pull up on em while they sleeping
Put em six feet deep disrespectin psychopathic put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
You think that I don't see
Ya better take it on down the road
Ya think that they don't see, but everybody f*ckin knows, watch me unload

[Verse 3]
One thing I ain't is a self righteous saint
Too many sins been committed to ever get me acquitted
But it's a fact won't find a knife if ya back cause I put it all on this track, & to this sh*t I'm committed
& I won't ever leave ya hangin
Always keep that thang swangin like the f*ckin dope man I'm always stay slangin
Drivebys on these fake perpetrators stay bangin
I'ma always stay the same while the while the world keeps changing

[Chorus]
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