Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather

You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever

Fiend for the means while it taxes your mind

You're on the road to the Tombstone Commode Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass pipe

Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease

The Monkey's on your back got you, beggin' please Pray to the Junkiemaker

Take a hit wit yer lips

Pray to the Junkiemaker, WHOA You're jaded the light you no longer see

Burned out, broke down in your misery

Drop to less, you'll soon confess and assume the position

Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated Pray to the Junkiemaker

Pray to the Junkiemaker

It's the death ticket, Can I get a witness

Pray to the Junkiemaker

Take a hit, Wit yer lips

Pray to the Junkiemaker

OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH

Pray to the Junkiemaker

Take a hit, sit and piss

Pray to the Junkiemaker I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell

It's a moral to this story so listen well

I relate the life I live in full of *** and sometimes Hell

And you will see that the pipe is your reality

Pray to the Junkiemaker

Surrounded by mental ***ty

Mental ***ty in the city YEH Pray to the Junkiemaker

And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie mind

Suck the pipe, take your life and you will die

All because you wanted to get high

YEH

In a cold sweat you will

In a deep need you will

In the rock house you will

With a dick in your mouth you will

In a mental rage you will

When your body craves you will

Demonic let's make a deal

In the hospital you will

P.M.R.C. you must be

In the business office you will

In the limousine you will

In the White House in a

In the school house you will

In the church house you will Yes

In the police station they do

Shippin' to the ghetto you Devils

As long as you're married you will

Rocked up in the kitchen you're trippin'

Sellin' your child for the rock pile

In a straight jacket in a

Forced for a divorce of course

In the jail house you will

Way black in the plantation

Trippin' in the bum bus station

Mental m, m, masturbation

50 Skylab Station

And the astronauts got to cop

Killin' off the brothers and sistahs

Twitchin' down six feet under

Crack gettin' under my dunder

Mr. Lucifer him chuckle

Mankind under his buckle