Twisted Insane made this song for a friend who died of heroin overdose in 2011. He describes that anyone can use anything as a drug and kill themselves at any time.[Intro]

In this country you got to make the money first

Then when you get the money you get the power

Then when you get the power, then you get the woman

Shrooms, ecstasy, alcohol, and the weed, heroin

Overdosin', crystal-meth, pick your poison

[Verse 1: Twisted-Insane]

If I take another hit

Then I'ma have another fit

And get to talkin' to my seat belt

Really get to zonin'

When I really get to rollin'

The homie told me you know I know exactly just how he felt

Hit em all up I hide behind my heat

Feelin' like I was trippin' 'cause I couldn't feel my feet

I'm running up on the deep

And I'm right about to leap

And why the fuck can't I stop grinding my teeth

Pick your poison and bring your boys in

I got the toys and they go through niggas

Fully loaded clips when I'm off a trip

You don't really wanna see the shit I'll show you niggas

My heart is beatin' quicker

Maybe it was the pill or maybe it was the liquor

You feel like superman when your drinkin' from my elixir

But there ain't nobody stoppin' this venom I will deliver

And I want more seepin' into my pores

Got me sicker than a horse

Even if it was yours

I will leak it up on the floor

Have you wiping up the blood and semen when you do your chores

And I don't really care about how sober you are when you walkin' because you are gonna leave lit!

You can shoot it, you can light it

You can sniff it, you can shit

I got a million different ways for you to take a fuckin' hit

Pick your poison

[Chorus: Charlie Ray]

Over doses in bottles or baggies take your pick

Dawg you ain't had enough if that shit ain't make you sick

We in the street for that profit to get them pockets swoll

Now get to pickin' your poison and watch that rocket go

Shrooms, ecstasy, alcohol, and the weed, heroin

Overdosin', crystal-meth, pick your poison

[Verse 2: Charlie Ray]

Huh, now a nigga like me

I ain't fuckin' with the powder see I'd rather really pop a pill

Chase it with a little bit of liquor hit the Mary got me feelin' like I got some helicopter skills

And when I thought I was done there's more after

My niggas lookin' at me like dawg you gonna have ta

The hits on me and since I'm in the rotation I betcha

That I'll make it to Mars before NASA

Now shut the fuck up and give me a pain pill

So I can remain chill

And stay in the game still

Otherwise I'll be dealing with pain

Irritable and ready to murder somebody there's nobody I can't kill

You niggas better lay off or it's Adolf

Put a motherfucker in a oven with the steak sauce

But I probably hit the weed and forget and burned my fuckin 'house down you can see that I'm sick so

Whatever just make sure I'm loaded

So I can take my mind off of this ho shit

I see so much, up my dosage

'Cause y'all niggas disrupt my focus

And I just wanna be numb

See I don't care what it is so give it up or I'ma have to stick a sword in

They probably wonderin' who the hell let the boys in

Twisted Insane and C. Ray pick your poison

[Chorus: Charlie Ray]

Over doses in bottles or baggies take your pick

Dawg you ain't had enough if that shit ain't make you sick

We in the street for that profit to get them pockets swoll

Now get to pickin' your poison and watch that rocket go

Shrooms, ecstasy, alcohol, and the weed, heroin

Overdosin', crystal-meth, pick your poison