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 shit and sometimes Hell   And you will see that the pipe is your reality   Pray to the Junkiemaker   Surrounded by mental shitty   Mental shitty 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