You know I've smoked a lot of grassO' Lord, I've popped a lot of pillsBut I never touched nothin'That my spirit could kill.
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'roundWith tombstones in their eyesBut the pusher don't careAh, if you live or if you die.
God damn, the pusherGod damn, I say the pusherI said God damnGod damn the pusher man.
You know the dealer, the dealer is a manWith the love grass in his handOh but the pusher is a monsterGood God, he's not a natural man.
The dealer for a nickelLord, will sell you lots of sweet dreamsAh, but the pusher ruin your bodyLord, he'll leave yourHe'll leave your mind to scream.
God damn, the pusherGod damn, God damn the pusherI said God damnGod, God damn the pusher man.
Well, now if I were the president of this landYou know, I'd declare total war on the pusher manI'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he'd runYes, I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun.
God damn the pusherGad damn the pusherI said God damnGod damn the pusher man...