Strawberry Soda by Tulpadrip Lyrics
Blood tastes like a strawberry soda
They’ll switch up like they don’t even know ya
In the nighttime, I’m golden, bitch I’m focused
Calling on Pazuzu bitch, here comes the locust, hocus pocus
I think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time
Think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time, church
Holy word and ghost feeling fucking ghastly doing the most
Virgin Mary image imprinted on some toast
Let’s a little toast, toes in the sand at the coast
Nighttime under moonlights demons, I’m the host
Demons in me hosted at the bridge
They come knocking bitch, and I let them in, talk about a sin
Let’s talk about how somebody wins
Bitch, they do a lot of sins
Kill people, do drugs, steal from their friends
Lost hope, God damn
The powers that be, want to see me locked up, dead or crucified on the tv man
For twenty fucking racks, I can get anyone killed, shushed, hushed, vanished, or sprayed up out a van
Seen blood guts and fucked up
Cutups and slumped bruh
Drug deals they're zipped up
Guns tucked, next to dead plugs
Slugs shot, the drums bust
Heads cut in disgust
People fucking combust and up in pure dust
Don’t mind me, I lust blood
We’re evil, don’t trust us
The money the big bucks
We need it; we’re sick fucks
Black magic, if you need cuh, just ask us we’ve been uh
Solving all our conflicts by burning red candlesticks
In the cut sitting waiting and plotting on a lick
Breaking into closed areas entering when the dark of night is thick
If you got it and I want it best believe I’m taking it
Cause if I wasn’t fucking paid, I would be in jail on some kill everybody shit
That’s my role fuck gun control
I want a CZ75 tact sport pistol and a big fucking pole
To take your fucking soul
Siphon it, drain it; that’s my fucking goal
And rot it like it’s some mold
Let it decompose
I think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time
I think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time, church
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Six, six, six, they didn’t even know ya, talk about some friends
I’m hoping that they switch on me again so I can rip off all their skin
Drink from it drink from what is all within
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Delicious
They’ll switch up like they don’t even know ya
In the nighttime, I’m golden, bitch I’m focused
Calling on Pazuzu bitch, here comes the locust, hocus pocus
I think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time
Think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time, church
Holy word and ghost feeling fucking ghastly doing the most
Virgin Mary image imprinted on some toast
Let’s a little toast, toes in the sand at the coast
Nighttime under moonlights demons, I’m the host
Demons in me hosted at the bridge
They come knocking bitch, and I let them in, talk about a sin
Let’s talk about how somebody wins
Bitch, they do a lot of sins
Kill people, do drugs, steal from their friends
Lost hope, God damn
The powers that be, want to see me locked up, dead or crucified on the tv man
For twenty fucking racks, I can get anyone killed, shushed, hushed, vanished, or sprayed up out a van
Seen blood guts and fucked up
Cutups and slumped bruh
Drug deals they're zipped up
Guns tucked, next to dead plugs
Slugs shot, the drums bust
Heads cut in disgust
People fucking combust and up in pure dust
Don’t mind me, I lust blood
We’re evil, don’t trust us
The money the big bucks
We need it; we’re sick fucks
Black magic, if you need cuh, just ask us we’ve been uh
Solving all our conflicts by burning red candlesticks
In the cut sitting waiting and plotting on a lick
Breaking into closed areas entering when the dark of night is thick
If you got it and I want it best believe I’m taking it
Cause if I wasn’t fucking paid, I would be in jail on some kill everybody shit
That’s my role fuck gun control
I want a CZ75 tact sport pistol and a big fucking pole
To take your fucking soul
Siphon it, drain it; that’s my fucking goal
And rot it like it’s some mold
Let it decompose
I think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time
I think about it all the time
It’s in my fucking mind
I want to fucking die
It’s about fucking time, church
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Six, six, six, they didn’t even know ya, talk about some friends
I’m hoping that they switch on me again so I can rip off all their skin
Drink from it drink from what is all within
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it fucking tastes like a strawberry soda
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