Tulpadrip - Strawberry Soda 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 f*cking mind
I want to f*cking die
It's about f*cking time
Think about it all the time
It's in my f*cking mind
I want to f*cking die
It's about f*cking time, church

Holy word and ghost feeling f*cking 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 f*cking racks, I can get anyone killed, shushed, hushed, vanished, or sprayed up out a van
Seen blood guts and f*cked 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 f*cking 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 f*cks
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 f*cking paid, I would be in jail on some kill everybody shit

That's my role f*ck gun control
I want a CZ75 tact sport pistol and a big f*cking pole
To take your f*cking soul
Siphon it, drain it; that's my f*cking goal
And rot it like it's some mold
Let it decompose

I think about it all the time
It's in my f*cking mind
I want to f*cking die
It's about f*cking time
I think about it all the time
It's in my f*cking mind
I want to f*cking die
It's about f*cking time, church

Blood, it f*cking 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 f*cking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it f*cking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it f*cking tastes like a strawberry soda
Blood, it f*cking tastes like a strawberry soda
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