TRP - K.O.T.C. Lyrics

K-O-T-C
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I'm the king of the cold, man of my own
T-R-P claiming his throne

Being I'm froze in this zone
Being I'm stuck in these ways
Being I'm hungry for change
Being I'm f*cking insane

Demons took over my brain
My pain, the reason I'm feeling the same
Unchanged to chop up these feelings
I've gained restraint

Yeah, yeah
Finish it, finish them
All of my demons
Done made me the middle man

Up in my brain, all my angers
Been feeding them, treating them
Better than me, I guess
I just been eating stress

I need a cigarette only to intercept
Thoughts of me killing these bitches
That disrespect T.R.P.
Over the internet

F*ck I'm an animal
Running with demons, they cannibals
Ate me alive that's undoubtable, Challenged um,
Showed them I'm meaner, I'm flammable

Sick in the head, I'm irrational
Get in my face, I'm extracting
The heart out your chest, Imma rip it up
Staple your nuts to your face, am I clear enough

Roll you right into your grave
And I'll start to dump gasoline
Tanks of propane and I'll set it off
They freezing up, nobody on my level

They ain't mean enough
All of my demons be dreaming
About keying the shit out his face
Till his brain's what I'm keying up

You gushing out blood
I'm dishing out pain
All of my demons gon' kill like Usain
They f*ckin' pissed off

And they want me to aim
Want me to rain
All of the ammo inside of my clip
Right at the dome of the pussy that slips

Pissing me off, gonna drip when I slit
Both of your wrists, bitch
I'm on some sick shit
You cannot get with

My brain's infected, check this
No one provoking the king of the cold
Cause y'all know that I'm down to get reckless
Chop him up, chop him up quick

Trust me, I know what this cold got me sick
Hell gon' be freezing when TRP spits
I'm drop kicking Satan and stealing his bitch
Then running his pockets to see what I get

If I come up with nothing, I'll chop off his head
Beat him to shit until I feel he's dead
If that shit ain't enough, I'ma fill him with lead
Aggressive intentions, obsessions

I'm sick of depression
Is anyone real is the question
I'm losing my shit while I'm guessing
My weapons gon' do what they do if you stepping

Cause this how I move while I'm repping
The king of the cold, I'm a menace, I've been it
I'm spitting with vengeance and I'm out to get it
Don't bump with my shit if you're getting offended

Get to this place where it's dark and demented
Y'all know what it's like if y'all paying attention
I'm doing this thing cause I'm pained and relentless
I move like a gang man, ya son not to mess with

I'm too f*ckin' drained from this mess to give leverage
Enough with this pain man, this shit had me severed
I'm never gon' stray from the presence of weathered
Tempered, demented

Demons in my head, always feeling pissed
Angels want me dead, they can catch a fist
F*ck a pacifist, I'd rather stab a bitch in the esophagus
This my apocalypse, of mental rotted shit shit

I got this hollowness, I'm f*ckin' swallowed in
My demons following this bottomless abyss
Of broken bottle biz my tolerance
Is losing consciousness, this shit provocative

No stopping it, my only peace sits
On my hip, you f*ck with me
Now I'm the Sith, you'd wake up in a f*ckin' ditch
Legs be twisted, mouth be dripping, blood all over

Now you missing, f*ck this bitch, I'll drown him in it
Stick him in the ground and end this war I'm fighting
Now I'm winning, mental riots in this blizzard
Soul is cold as artic winters

Son be down to slaughter bitches
Mentally, I've been off chemically
None of this medicine seems to be helping me
My only remedy's rapping aggressively

Never the day I'ma have any empathy
Get in my way, I'ma leave with a felony
Better believe you gon' leave with no entity
I wont concede with forgiving my enemies

Rip them apart and I'm not talking sensibly
I'll take your limbs and I'll bag them up separately
Back of the whip, got the head and the centerpiece
I am a beast and I'm gonna feast endlessly

Top of the game, got my mind on the recipe
I'm gonna die knowing that I could never be
Free to a god with this evil that's that's entered me
Raised hell in Quadz, building seven, and ninety-three

Demons inside making me the anomaly
Rendered my mind to attack with no modesty
Honestly, f*ck what they think I just gotta be
Doing only my thing till I'm drained and about to

Leave off of this earth, out of this hell
Maybe one day I'll be able to tell
Able to show my demons have grown
Give me my throne, make me king of the cold