Letras:
Lyrics Born Cold Call

(feat. Gift of Gab) [Lyrics Born:] Lemme call this fool Gab ["Mary Had a Little Lamb" dial] [ring] [ring] [click] [Gift of Gab:] Hello? [LB:] 'Sup

a girl he could call his own On and on and on Lucky lucky cowboy Because cowboy's almost always Cowboys almost always die alone (Thanks to Stephen for these lyrics

a hellish rock n' roll freak You call your metal black? Its just plastic lame and weak We're to old to cold To old and to cold Second to none Like an

that my intentions were good I'd be singing in my alley if I could And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go Should the blood run cold in my veins

am I? On high with a pen Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all) You call him God's Son, I call him God sent First the God sent me,

ribbons I've seen them re-poed, re-sold and re-driven So when i reload, he holds #1 position When u hot i'm hot And when your feet cold, mines is sizzelin

sing, raise the sail Wave a last goodbye Destiny is calling Inmortality be mine Call the witch to cast the runes Weave a magic spell We who die in battle are born

: [Lyrics & Music - Hanneman] Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten

The tsarina felt what was coming A vision that darkened her soul The tsar was given a warning Intrigues so darkened and cold Destiny called, the empire