She tastes She tastes She tastes like cyanide, I think she's dead inside My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine A grave, she lied in mine (Ooh) She tastes like cyanide, I think she's dead inside My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine (Ooh) A grave, she lied in mine (Ooh) Off a little bit of coke, I'm geeked So you know I can't rest in peace And I nailed this shit like a Jesus How you still don't fuck with me? I got clout 'fore I ever got you And that shit fucked up my ego Better get with a nigga that's regal 'Cause you can't fuck someone that's equal She tastes like cyanide, I think she's dead inside My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine A grave, she lied in mine (Ooh) She tastes like cyanide, I think she's dead inside My face looks like a grave, she lied in mine (Ooh) A grave, she lied in mine (Ooh) Yeah Flirtin' with the check before I fuck She just caught me screamin', "What the fuck?" Now I feel this turnin' in my gut Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser In my veins, it's a iceberg I could feel my blood turn cold Mournin' every truth I thought you told With the stale face, tombstone Flirtin' with the check before I fuck She just caught me screamin', "What the fuck?" Now I feel this turnin' in my gut Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser In my veins, it's a iceberg I could feel my blood turn cold Mournin' every truth I thought you told With the stale face, tombstone