Days Are Cold Lyrics - Madcap

Intro: 

Play, Play the theme, play the theme, play the theme, play... 

Who can test the, New contender? 

Who can test the, New. con.ten.der...? 

*Verse 1* 

You only ever act the way that i make you act, 

Its a basic fact, 

''You had my love now I'll take it back,' 

I'll beat you for saying that, 

Hit you with a baseball bat and take back my baseball hat 

If I kill you i guess I just confessed... I think it's best I erase this track 

But before I do that, you're gonna taste my wrath 

It's time to inform you im dangerous with a gat 

Your face is wack and I hate your laugh 

You're caked in crap slut 

PLEASE take a bath! 

Making cash is an ancient task 

lIke a flaming rash testing how long your patience lasts 

Breast implants and chest enhance impresses mans with hoards of interesting plans, 

I guess you cant get the things that you wanna, 

Unless you marry a man with bling and a sauna! 

Think of ya' daughter, you self-centered whore 

Bare so many jewels that you fell to the floor 

Hit so hard you woke at hells weathered doors 

Now the only bling you'll hear are the bells in the morgue 

*DING* 

Self metaphors and sick similes 

Effects everyone in this vicinity 

Listen to me cause you're missing the key 

Slit ya' wrist in three, then you'll really be free 

Kiss the concrete, while you're in the hot seat, watch me 

I'm stealing your wrist watch G 

This is Hip Hop beef 

And if ya' clip's not sheathed? 

Then I'm gonna rip yo' spleen! 

And I'll use the same knife, put it to your wife, 

While the mother fucker cries she can be kissing my feet 

While I'm sipping the drink of your favourite malt, favourite assault both keep you warm when the Days Are Cold.. 

*Chorus* 

Tryn'a raise this.. 

Gold 

Dealing with the faceless trolls 

On a basic doll 

But the pay slip's old 

Faithless 

Living in the basement 

With a facelift Doll 

(Repeat X2) 

*Verse 2* 

Sometimes I question why you act that way 

A mass parade when I just ask a favour 

Well im'a even the score, it's 3 - 4 

When she bleeds on the floor I don't have to save her 

In fact I'll masking tape her to the radiator 

And ass rape while I claim I hate her 

NOW the bitch is saying that the vein she drained is MY fault?! 

FUCK was it me! Blame The Razor! 

I aint your savour, you're a damaged product 

You should be restrained in a savage lock up 

And while you're out the picture I can ravage hot sluts! 

It wouldn't have happened if you could manage cock-sucks 

You scavenge dump trucks, looking for cardboard 

I'm having fun fucks, doing it hard core 

Your heart pours like you've been stabbed with a sharp sword 

Living in the street, practicing bar chords 

A fascist dark horse 

I'm paving the way for a better day when my head is straight from the medicates 

Stop believing if I meditate, I can levitate like a feather weight to Heaven's Gate, It's never late, 

But I don't know when to stop, throwing a cop, for blowing a shot 

Just for showing my cock 

I don't know if my lyrics are flowing or not... 

I don't even know if I'm getting where I'm going or got! 

I cruise the streets, bruising peeps that sue me 

So i can finally get on the news, see? 

Now I'm locked in a room for the loony, but escape like Houdini, 

Can you see me? 

It's what I do weekly and you who seek me 

Should be warned that I am able to move freely 

So tune ya' TV, Buy my new CD, Choose ya' freebie and abuse the Beegee's 

Make sure the rage holds, 

And it aches 'til it breaks the mould 

N' all the mother fuckers pay their toll 

To afford to pay for ya' Rolls 

That keeps you warm when the Days.. Are.. Cold! 

*Chorus* 

Outro 

Who can 

Test the 

New con- 

tender? 

Who-Who-WHo-WHo-Who can test the, New New New 

Who.. Who.. Who.. Who can test the, new contender? 

Test! Test! Test! New Contender...