What's up people? This is Cindy Syringe
We're here up in here snortin' some lines
And we're all going straight to hell
Man I pop so many pills, it's starting to get scary
(Bizarre, I'm your wife) Bitch, I ain't married
And I don't give a fuck about pullin' out my dick
Look at the name of my clique
It's D12, ho (Yeah, baby)
It's D12, ho (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, yeah, Bizarre smoke ganja, ain't got no problems
For ten hot dollars, I'll fuck your bitch at the cabana
V.D., AIDS, that's what Bizarre got
For ten thousand, Magic Johnson'll give me a shot
I sniff blow, high off a brick
Crash into a ditch, on 696
Nasty nigga, quick to lick a finger
Eat a bitch ass, it tastes like a butter finger
And I'm going to hell for my nasty mouth
If this is what rock'n'roll's all about
I'm a psycho, and it's fuckin' with me again
My dreams, the drugs, my life, my sins
Cindy Syringe, we hate life, hate life, hate life
(Fuck your life)
Ever since I was a kid, I had a violent past
Whooped a nurse's ass for touchin' my diaper rash
And I ain't gon' work, I'm a lazy shit
That's why I live in Warren with a fat white bitch
She's thirty-six and keep a gun full of arsenal
Her son's thirteen, loves to listen to Marshall
But I'll whoop his ass, and send him to school
And let him know that taking drugs is cool
See I'm on some dumb shit, don't know right from wrong
All up in Murder Inc., tryna get Ja Rule on a song
And I used to be a virgin, grown ass man
Until I took a trip up to Neverland
Mike gave me milk and cookies, showed me his room
Bent his ass over, I fucked him with a broom
I'm a psycho, and it's fuckin' with me again
My dreams, the drugs, my life, my sins
Cindy Syringe, we hate life, hate life, hate life
(Fuck your life)
All day, I dream about sex
Fuck a handicapped bitch, me, Proof and X
And I don't give a fuck about no Britney Spears
Just tie the bitch up, nut in her ear
Buck said when I'm in Cashville, I can get it for ten
For the last three months, you know where I been
Snortin', shootin', gettin' a fix
Got two Indian bitches in the Motel 6
Four bags and twenty beers
And I don't even know who the fuck D12 is
I'm on a stage, doin' a love song
Yellow thong, knowin' damn well I'm wrong
And I don't want no prostitute to have no sex
I want a bitch to break my neck while I try to get her wet
So kids, don't smoke no weed
'Cause you'll end up just like me
I'm a psycho, and it's fuckin' with me again
My dreams, the drugs, my life, my sins
Cindy Syringe, we hate life, hate life, hate life
(Fuck your life)
Nigga, fuck your life (Nigga)
Nigga, fuck my life
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