Poison

[Chorus: Shysta]

I'm addicted to the poison like some boisonberry applesauce

And yeah I knew the consequences

But they ended up as afterthoughts

I'm addicted to the poison like some boisonberry applesauce

And yeah I knew the consequences

But they ended up as afterthoughts



[Verse 1: Shysta]

Yeah it's a real sad story

Past rocky like a quarry

Ever since fourteen always had a forty

Never caught a body on some Hammurabi code shit

But he caught up in the motion

Got addicted to the potions

Fucking him up

There's this feeling in his gut

And it's running amok

What I gotta do to do this shit another month

All these daily demons I never dreamed that I'd confront

Between me and you, just how low you gotta stoop

In this world full of shit, just to scrape another scoop

Everybody get some shots, n everybody want the top

But how many shots it take until you end up on the block?

Whiskey on the rocks

To spice up my sandbox

Crown me the king

The king of the campus

Middle fingers up

They can't understand us



[Chorus: Shysta]

I'm addicted to the poison like some boisonberry applesauce

And yeah I knew the consequences

But they ended up as afterthoughts

I'm addicted to the poison like some boisonberry applesauce

And yeah I knew the consequences

But they ended up as afterthoughts



[Verse 2: K-Tray]

Nobody ever told me it would be like this

Ya' boy hit it one time, and he loved that shit

Tried to finesse, caught her with a chicken

This writing checks, just to make sure she had the best

I got used, but the poison kept me amused

Cause' every time she call 'round one, turn into round two

Cause' poison in the pants, make a n***a want to go insane

Cause' every time I think about it, I don't want to think the same

So I got to give it up

Never hit it up

Just leave it alone

Boy i'm in my zone

What you mean

My n***a i'm gone

I'm gone



[Verse 3: Shysta]

She's a no good dirty diva that's been blowing up my beeper

Yeah I gotta get the bread, but I know that I don't need her

Got me singing like Anita, i'll be hungry till I feed her

Gotta go unto the edge and kick my feet up with the reaper

I got the attitude to act aptly, if your influence don't contact me

But that shit don't sound probable

Probably its more like mission impossible

That I could my curb up my craving for bottles

Bitch I been stuck and then twisting the throttle

I'm on a fall so my baby don't follow, baby don't follow



[Chorus: Shysta]

I'm addicted to the poison like some boisonberry applesauce

And yeah I knew the consequences

But they ended up as afterthoughts

I'm addicted to the poison like some boisonberry applesauce

And yeah I knew the consequences

But they ended up as afterthoughts