This is your life, its so fucking intense
It leaves you wondering what happened, it doesn’t make sense
Your folks have told you about the birds and the bees
So I’m going to tell you about the cops and the trees
Weather you slam it, snort it, suck it through a glass ***
The Meth Monster knows you’re sick
First it’s your friends, and then it’s your wife
You’re convinced you don’t need them; they’re trashing your life
Then one day you realize and see
They’re all part of a conspiracy
You hide in your house, best friends you avoid
You’re a strung out ***, straight paranoid
Now this *** has taken a nasty turn
You jumped into the fire, and started to burn
What once was for kicks, now seems all so real
So you get a brainstorm and think “Hey, I should deal”
Now your time is spent just making your rounds
You started with quarters, then ounces, now pounds
Now you’re in the chapter of the Crankster’s sick book
Knowing from the start there’s going to be trouble
You sit spinning in your lab watching it bubble
Now you’re being watched by the Feds and DTF
You still wanna cook that Meth
Then one night you’re minding your store
Twenty-one punk-ass policeman come crashing through the door
They bum rush you, stick a knee in your chest, SCREAM
Freeze you fuckin’ junkie, you’re under arrest
Now you’re going to court with your public pretender
You’d have a better chance sticking your *** in a blender
The Judge won’t make a deal, He’ll give twenty to life
So you call home collect, and your buddy’s fuckin’ your wife
Now you’re walking the prison yard, you look back and reflect
How did my life get so fucked up and wrecked?
Then a flash in my head like a big neon sign says
I think I’ll get out and cook just one last time..