Bunchof**ingoofs - Profit Margin lyrics

You don't do it, you don't chip Not a line or not a hit Selling d**h cos you don't care A buck's a buck you make your share Dealing d**h cos life is cheap Your cash is made, you lose no sleep A junkie's d**h, it's not your fault His friends should've mixed a crack of salt It was his choice to take a fall You do a hit - you make it small Now that it's gone down this action brings heat The news is moving out on the street The cops might know who really supplies They watch even closer every time that one dies Their k** is made easy cos you talk on the phone They're parked in a car across from your home Your clients look restless and pound on your door The only thing that's for real is they have to score For weeks on end the scene is repeated They'll study your game Till they've got you defeated Some junkies owe favors Repayable to the cops Those scum'll do anything Even s** on their co*ks Hi, this is my friend, his name is jack I know he's cool, he needs some smack You know he's wired And he needs to score Do you mind if jack comes back When he needs some more Now jack is your friend And he's got a plan Do one big middle That's his f**ing scam He'll get the cash From his friends on a front You get the jazz And the deal is done And so are you f**brain