"Cyanide" lyrics
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
It's that D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
They got me six-feet, so bury me deeper, the Reaper of Sorrow
I'm creeping like Jeepers, the peepers that follow
You follow a leader, I'll leave you tomorrow
Tonight, I'm the keeper, the bringer of bottles
Poison in liters, I hope you all swallow
Time is a bleeder, so drink and don't borrow
We party like creatures who deep in the hollow
(Woah, hold up, Diggy, slow down, huh)
See, this life is keeping up with the motherfucking Joneses
Mixed with cyanide, I call it, "Jonestown potion"
Nine-to-five, suicide, with no sign of promotion
Yeah, that's nine-to-five suicide with no sign of emotion
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
It's that D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
It's that D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
It's that D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
They got me six-feet, so bury me deeper, the Reaper of Sorrow
I'm creeping like Jeepers, the peepers that follow
You follow a leader, I'll leave you tomorrow
Tonight, I'm the keeper, the bringer of bottles
Poison in liters, I hope you all swallow
Time is a bleeder, so drink and don't borrow
We party like creatures who deep in the hollow
(Woah, hold up, Diggy, slow down, huh)
See, this life is keeping up with the motherfucking Joneses
Mixed with cyanide, I call it, "Jonestown potion"
Nine-to-five, suicide, with no sign of promotion
Yeah, that's nine-to-five suicide with no sign of emotion
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
It's that D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace, you gon' see
Why I'm the greatest, coming six-feet underneath
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, someone's nightmare in their sleep
I'm the man, the myth, the legend, gotcha ya bitch up on her knees, slut
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my)
(40, 40, on my, 40, 40, on my wrist)
(I told the Devil that I got his back)
It's that D-I double G-Y, bless her soul, then rot in peace
Writer(s): Carlo Ferrario, Kyler Lee Hecker, Mohammad Eisa
