Cold War

This Is DJ Fire Map exclusive. Danger, Coming To rip your head Off your neck with your heart in the back Then I spit till your head shit is split To the head quarter Jeep on the blunt of The end of the dynamite stash I reside in Mental asylum, the bodies I pile up info is Hiding where there is no files of the niggas Who wired up the weapons so silence is nothing But violence There's no doubt you are buried, you Fucker, we bury you, fucker That's scary to death As tear you apart we're carrying you That's a Very low, only murder For murder You belong to me now