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Well you run down to the corner to see what you can cop
You buy some for your sister but you take yours off the top
Running to the bathroom, fixin up a shot
Tie it up shoot it up bang it up 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
That pig you call your girlfriend, she's dead from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls
Shooting all my?
Wrap it up, call it art
Now your record hits the charts
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
I don't wanna fuck around with you
Too much junk
Too much junk
Too much junk
Too much junk
Too much junk
Too much junk
I don't wanna see her hanging out with you
Your the coolest thing in town with your face flat on the ground
Hands emptied your pockets as the coffin went down
Overdose at last smack stuck in your head
Now you're dead, dead, dead, dead
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
I don't wanna fuck around with you
Too much junk
Too much junk
Too much junk
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