Behavior Control Technician - (J.N. Fisher, P. Fisher)

Children runaway from the torturistic ways
Children still resist from the powers that persist
Will you shut up and sit still
I think you should obey
Having very few rights we cannot communicate
     
     Train my brain to work the way you want me to
     Don't question authority see
     Be a little zombie that agrees with you
     You are strapped with a double standard cup
     In a battle you won't win
     And when it's over we're gonna dance your memory away

Sheltering will restrict your baby's mind

If I Were A...I'd - (A. Moore, C. Dowd)

If I were a kernel in the U-nine-ted States Marine Corps.
I'd...Buy a bunch of drugs
Tell a bunch of lies
Trade the hostages 4 missiles flyin' in the skies
People becum whores 2 back the corporate wars...
Vietnam, Nicaragua oh help us my Lord
People never c what should really b
Spreading their disease on them and you and me!!!!

Pressure - (A. Moore, K. Jones)

Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE
Too long to count the worry and the strife

Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE

Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching

No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sittin' on my face, no Lord!
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best

PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high

On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick

PRESSURE!?  PRESSURE!
             PRESSURE!
        PRESSURE!
             PRESSURE!
PRESSURE when I sit down!
PRESSURE when I git up!
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE

PRESSURE whin uhm vexed

PRESSURE whin I c mie x

Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next?

Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE!
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE!
Cheatin' out the fat man!
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks...
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land

PRESSURE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE!  PRESSURE kick!

unkies Prayer - (A. Moore, C. Dowd, K. Jones, J.N. Fisher, B. West)

My pusher who art in the krack house
Hallowed be thy bitches and hoe's

As for I am sprung my rock will be done
In my crib as well as in public

Give us this day our daily krack

As we smoke ourselves into a manic frenzy

Forgive us for we have no control or self-respect

Grim Reaper has cashed my life savings check
Thy rocketh and they pipeth restoreth me 4 I and I fear no man

Yea though I walk through the valleys of Harlem, Bronx, Manhattan
Even Nickerson Gardens, Compton, Watts, Ingelwood
Fucked up in Beverly Hills and all those other places

I fear no evil, hence forth my rock m-m-m-m-motivateth me I'll move

My ass thine myself given you cash

Lick your butt and balls for thine have the power to bend over
On my knees with my hands against the wall, for I'll be a sucker
Forever and ever and ever hey man

The rest are the reality of its surroundings

Pray To The Junkiemaker - (A. Moore, C. Dowd)

Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend 4 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