Woorden:
Twiztid Cyanide

like the red price tags On the clothes in the closet Class-A hoe What you call it Daddy was a junkie Your mom's an alcoholic [Chorus] Your love's like cyanide

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