As he falls down and hurts his head He's lying still but he's not dead Awakens slowly, sees a mugshot of himself On the wall as he gets up Cleans his wounds and calls the cops up He says, 'I know now, I am caught now. Can you come?' In your lab Where both the cooks are talking Your good batches and your bad Discussing who has better product In your 'office' I hear four silos brewing And there are two more working In case you're wondering I'm still your supplier As he embraces all of it He wants to only cook his meth It doesn't matter what you tell him cause he changes His recipe before he cooks And tends to sell before he tests But how I love him I know there's a reward for your capture somewhere If I were wise I'd turn you in But I'm not, at least not yet So the DEA be watching you instead In your lab, in your lab, in your lab In your lab You can make product forever And I recognize the color of the meth that we cooked In your lab That I blew up because I was careless I can sit and watch you bleed to death The meth you're makin' You are on our side The crystal we're smokin' You are on our side In your lab...