Well, you run down to the corner, baby, see what you can cop You buy some for your sister and you take yours off the top Run into the bathroom, fixing up a shot Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up
Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I dont wanna fuck around with you
Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face The pig you call your girlfriend is dead from shooting mace Climbing up the walls, shot some on my balls Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I dont wanna fuck around with you
Too much junk, too much junk Too much junk, too much junk Too much junk, too much junk I dont wanna see her hanging out with you
Well, youre the coolest thing in town With your face right on the ground Friends went through your pockets as the coffin went down You overdosed at last, spike stuck in your head Now youre dead, dead, dead, dead
Too much junkie business Too much junkie business Too much junkie business I dont wanna fuck around with you
Too much junk, too much junk Too much junk in your head