The Cold Room - S1-E14, Pt.1

(Elevate, this mix sounds mad)

(Sebz Beats, baby)

(Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

Lean, press it, kweff it, that's spillage on aisle 11

Man, someone come pick up their bredrin

Man better pick up their bredrin when we jump out and dem boy dere leg it

Cah I'll rip man's organs right out of place with my blade or I'll buss that Wesson

Dem boy some bitches, really should've switched place with their sisters

On my life, they ain't on a thing, they should've stayed home, washed mumsie's dishes

I swear I'm too old for this shit, got me feeling like the guy from Lethal Weapon

But it make me feel like Bowser, when I spray these shells out the kart with venom

Two shots of this rusty gauge, man better pray that I aim and miss

Cah it ain't gonna be my mum that's crying when she gotta bury her kid

Sad, you got her doing up GoFundMe cah you didn't even leave her a quid

Done with that, you're dead

Lemme put you in a spliff, now my eyes dem red

Just like your t-shirt did

Man can't tell me 'bout grub and cats or corn and waps, do your own work

Like, I was 19 years old in O with a phone and a box, ​on my own work

And if you're wondering how I made that happen, I have to give thanks to my pole first

Basically, the brick got stolen

Cah I left a boy like Olaf when I took Elsa out the bag and froze him

Lean, press it, kweff it, that's spillage on aisle 11

Man, someone come pick up their bredrin

Man better pick up their bredrin when we jump out and dem boy dere leg it

Cah I'll rip man's organs right out of place with my blade or I'll buss that Wesson

Dem boy some bitches, really should've switched place with their sisters

On my life, they ain't on a thing, they should've stayed home, washed mumsie's dishes

I swear I'm too old for this shit, got me feeling like the guy from Lethal Weapon

But it make me feel like Bowser, when I spray these shells out the kart with venom

I swear them man make me laugh

Do up one chinging and rap 'bout drillings

Yeah, they rap, and D Rose raps

But trust me, D Rose ting is different

Hop out the ride and do that vicious

Or hop out the ride and wheel man's missus

Anybody here wanna intervene, I'll blast the speed off the whizz man's whizzing

I don't fuck around with one pop, two shots minimum, yeah, I'm that fancy

Look, I swear it's peak for them if I get round dere and I rise up Mandy

Wait, who's that? Splash, splash, on foe, I'll do him up gladly

Shit, I just done it in my favourite trackie, now I gotta burn it along with my bally

Look

Yeah, they got G-locks and we got G-locks, but dem man the ting just simple

I need a enhanced beam with a whistle so when I rise it, it's red dots like Hindus

Until then, let it rip, on my Beyblade shit, and pray that I buss that pimple

I swear gang get violent when we're riding so don't slip and slide like Pingu

How dare man mention my name when two of your bredrins dead up

All now, no one's been touched or wiped, if I was them I'd be feeling fed up

And on top of that, darg, I'm fed up cah when I get round there, they lift their leg up?

Splash man down, ching man bait-face and I leave the whole scene red like ketchup

Lean, press it, kweff it, that's spillage on aisle 11

Man, someone come pick up their bredrin

Man better pick up their bredrin when we jump out and dem boy dere leg it

Cah I'll rip man's organs right out of place with my blade or I'll buss that Wesson

Dem boy some bitches, really should've switched place with their sisters

On my life, they ain't on a thing, they should've stayed home, washed mumsie's dishes

I swear I'm too old for this shit, got me feeling like the guy from Lethal Weapon

But it make me feel like Bowser, when I spray these shells out the kart with venom