The Meth Cook & The Junkie

[Verse 1: Meth Cook & The Junkie]
Death, murder, rape are three my favorite things
Killin' junkie fiends, makin' em OD with an old syringe
Meth bengies buggin' uncontrollably twitchin'
Thinkin' I have my skin searchin' from invisible creatures
Mutatin', rapidly changin' facial features
I'm the meth lab cook, white trailer-trash crook
I keep on truckin' spoon on the highway, dudes
I need a pseudo ephedrine, high octane fuel boost
You got a screw loose, you're high and rockin'
Don't get hooked, man, or your teeth are gonna start rottin'
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm a dirty scum bag
I sold my own children just for a little white powder bag, man
I own your soul and everything inside your mobile home
A prison in your own body with nowhere else to go
My welfare checks are yours, take my wife's clothes
I'll even give you my daughter's gold chain locker just for a hit of blow

[Chorus]
I'm the meth cook, you the sick junkie
Say you are fixed, bitch, hand me all your money
Smoke and shoot your whole goddamn life away
The product from the inside out, beast the meth lab helped me out
I'm the meth cook, you the sick junkie
Say you are fixed, bitch, hand me all your money
Smoke and shoot your whole goddamn life away
The product from the inside out, beast the meth lab helped me out

[Verse 2] The Junkie
Get the fuck up out my house Geo's, time to do my thing
Do the cold needle pierce my skin
Chemical binge, it's the reason why I'm here and exist
I'll never gonna quit, keep injectin' that shit
A hothead, synthetic solution, heated
Filled with liquid revolution, awakening from the hibernation
I got my pupils buggin' out and dilated, I'm higher than a skyscraper
Yo, man, beat me for my pager
Dome gleam, glare and flame, yo, that's my brain
Body weight wesley thin, I'm lookin' like a skeletal remains

[Verse 3] Meth Cook
Red trucker's cow was the only thing my daddy gave me
Before blowin' up in our kitchen, he got the wrong mixes
Send him to an early grave, he passed out all his secrets
I carry on the tradition, meth lab cook second-generation
Still cook in the kitchen, and sell it to those junkie bitches
Rags to riches, the story continues..

[Chorus]
I'm the meth cook, you the sick junkie
Say you are fixed, bitch, hand me all your money
Smoke and shoot your whole goddamn life away
The product from the inside out, beast the meth lab helped me out
I'm the meth cook, you the sick junkie
Say you are fixed, bitch, hand me all your money
Smoke and shoot your whole goddamn life away
The product from the inside out, beast the meth lab helped me out