The Meth Cook & The Junkie

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Meth Cook & The Junkie] Death, murder, rape are three of 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