Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cyanide, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 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) |