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letra de the meth cook & the junkie - insan0

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хconversation between meth cook & the junkieх

death, murder, rape are three my favorite things
k!llin’ 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 rotten

i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m a dirty sc-m 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

[hook] x2
i’m the meth cook, you the sick junkie, say you are fixed, b-tch
hand me all your money
smoke and shoot your whole god d-mn life away
the product from the inside out
beast the meth lab helped me out

[verse 1] the junkie
get the f-ck 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 sh-t
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 skyscr-per
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 2] 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 p-ssed 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 b-tches, rags to riches, the story continues..

[hook] x2
i’m the meth cook, you the sick junkie, say you are fixed, b-tch
hand me all your money, smoke and shoot your whole god d-mn life away
the product from the inside out
beast the meth lab helped me out

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