Luyện nghe bài hát Pray to The Junkiemaker

Pray to the Junkiemaker through all of weather
You will be a to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend for the means while it taxes your
You're on the road to the Commode

Fiend like a hype as you the glass pipe
Your soul is into a Hellish hole

And as you're on your knees to feed your disease
The Monkey's on your back got you, beggin'

Pray to the
Take a hit wit yer
to the Junkiemaker, WHOA

You're jaded the light you no see
Burned out, broke down in your
Drop to less, you'll confess and assume the position
asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated

Pray to the
Pray to the
It's the death ticket, Can I get a
to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit, Wit yer
Pray to the
OOOOOOOOOH,
Pray to the
a hit, sit and piss
Pray to the

I ain't 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell
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
Pray to the
Surrounded by shitty
shitty in the city YEH

Pray to the
And you will find you'll be a junkie with a zombie
Suck the pipe, take your life and you die
All because you wanted to get
YEH
In a sweat you will
In a deep you will
In the rock you will
a dick in your mouth you will
In a rage you will
When body craves you will
Demonic make a deal
In the hospital you
P.M.R.C. you be
In the business office you
In the limousine you
In the White in a
In the house you will
In the house you will Yes
In the station they do
to the ghetto you Devils
As long as you're you will
Rocked up in the kitchen you're
Sellin' your child for the pile
In a jacket in a
Forced for a divorce of
In the jail you will
Way black in the
in the bum bus station
Mental m, m,
50 Skylab
And the got to cop
Killin' off the brothers and
down six feet under
Crack gettin' under my
Mr. him chuckle
under his buckle