Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cyanide , by - Twiztid. Release date: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cyanide |
| I’m so addicted to this |
| but I know it’s too cold |
| like ice cream and dip |
| my dipstick in there |
| it’s meltin again |
| so she gonna have shake on her chin |
| when I’m fixin to bust |
| and you can trust |
| I been know to paint them hoes |
| like Pablo Picasso with no brush |
| don’t rush cause I’m comin along |
| and I can supersoak the hole by the end of the song |
| Don’t help me |
| don’t touch me |
| don’t love me |
| she likes when I do what I do |
| When I do what I do so eratically |
| treat a box like a tooth |
| and I kill it to the root |
| like I’m drillin for a cavity |
| 15 more pumps in me left |
| and I’m spent like the red pricetags |
| on the clothes in the closet |
| class A hoe |
| what you call it |
| daddy was a drunk |
| and mom’s an alcoholic |
| Your love’s like cyanide |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| She works at Denny’s |
| and drives a Nova |
| likes to get naked when she comes over |
| then I get butt naked |
| and I viggaly bone her |
| smokin a whole pack |
| till I’m in a coma |
| But I ain’t got much to say |
| 'cept stir it like a mixin bowl |
| and hallotick crates |
| when I hit her from the back |
| and I’m pullin on her waist |
| and I take it to the front |
| but to paint her pretty face |
| she like it though |
| rubbein her rump down |
| and pullin' my eggroll |
| and my egg dropps soup and hits the floor |
| it’s ravanous bitch |
| I gots ta go! |
| Don’t help me |
| don’t touch me |
| don’t love me |
| Musa Medusa |
| come soak me down with cyanide |
| the cut throat kinda game |
| I’m immune and I’m useta |
| the typical trouser |
| most’ll call it psychotic but |
| Musa Medusa |
| come soak me down with cyanide |
| the cut throat kinda game |
| I’m immune and I’m useta |
| the typical trouser |
| most’ll call it psychotic |
| but I’m in need of a kind of change |
| Your love’s like cyanide |
| 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 |
| 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) |