| I’m so addicted to this
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| but I know it’s too cold
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| like ice cream and dip
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| my dipstick in there
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| it’s meltin again
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| so she gonna have shake on her chin
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| when I’m fixin to bust
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| and you can trust
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| I been know to paint them hoes
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| like Pablo Picasso with no brush
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| don’t rush cause I’m comin along
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| and I can supersoak the hole by the end of the song
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| Don’t help me
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| don’t touch me
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| don’t love me
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| she likes when I do what I do
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| When I do what I do so eratically
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| treat a box like a tooth
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| and I kill it to the root
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| like I’m drillin for a cavity
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| 15 more pumps in me left
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| and I’m spent like the red pricetags
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| on the clothes in the closet
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| class A hoe
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| what you call it
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| daddy was a drunk
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| and mom’s an alcoholic
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| Your love’s like cyanide
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| the more that I drink
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| I feel sick inside
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| I just wanna free my mind and
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| (f-f-fuck you till I come then I’m done)
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| Your love’s like cyanide
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| the more that I drink
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| I feel sick inside
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| I just wanna free my mind and
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| (f-f-fuck you till I come then I’m done)
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| She works at Denny’s
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| and drives a Nova
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| likes to get naked when she comes over
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| then I get butt naked
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| and I viggaly bone her
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| smokin a whole pack
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| till I’m in a coma
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| But I ain’t got much to say
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| 'cept stir it like a mixin bowl
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| and hallotick crates
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| when I hit her from the back
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| and I’m pullin on her waist
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| and I take it to the front
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| but to paint her pretty face
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| she like it though
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| rubbein her rump down
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| and pullin' my eggroll
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| and my egg dropps soup and hits the floor
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| it’s ravanous bitch
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| I gots ta go!
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| Don’t help me
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| don’t touch me
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| don’t love me
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| Musa Medusa
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| come soak me down with cyanide
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| the cut throat kinda game
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| I’m immune and I’m useta
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| the typical trouser
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| most’ll call it psychotic but
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| Musa Medusa
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| come soak me down with cyanide
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| the cut throat kinda game
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| I’m immune and I’m useta
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| the typical trouser
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| most’ll call it psychotic
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| but I’m in need of a kind of change
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| Your love’s like cyanide
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| the more that I drink
|
| I feel sick inside
|
| I just wanna free my mind and
|
| (f-f-fuck you till I come then I’m done)
|
| Your love’s like cyanide
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| the more that I drink
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| I feel sick inside
|
| I just wanna free my mind and
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| (f-f-fuck you till I come then I’m done) |