No Subs Just Meth (feat. The Suspect Allegedly)

Uh, you all gotta die now. Sorry It ain't personal Gotta be, though Right Get out What up, suspect Grew up in the slums, now I'm dumb set Bums count with they thumbs, and got one left Comes on her tongue, she only done when I come next Hums like a trumpet, I'm one with the sunset When it's risen, there's a mission I ain't done yet Cataclysm with a rhythm, that's a funk flex Droppin' bombs on them, like what's wrong with our government It's all love, then they wanna judge when the funds spent Though they never really had it to begin with They just talk a lot of shit, like run-on sentences Lit in your britches, but it's all about the Benjamins You need to be more timid, or start livin' what your image is Shit, dog, I had to breathe a minute So fuckin' dope, make a fent, junkie reach his limit Don't mean to boast, but when he smoke, gonna need a minute Then when he has hope, I'm gonna open up a fuckin' free clinic No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone Boutyy Johnson, The Suspect on the microphone No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone Bouty Johnson, the suspect on the microphone What up, Bouty Johnson? Howdy, partner I'm not from around these parts, and everything around is toxic And what about suboxone? Is that the drug they're takin The one that got him shakin? Seen him on the ground and floppin I feel like a fish out of water Everywhere I go, it's like this shit's out of order Draw full of pills for my list of disorders Building up where I live like a hoarder But I don't give a fuck about the shit About the government corruption, or if Trump's about to win I got real problems, something's gotta give If I'm evicted in a month, I'll be a bum without a crib Court doesn't bother me, my life is like a sort of anthology Short stories about the horror of poverty They want our apartments, there's no affordable property All the zombies walk in, call it dawn of the poppy seeds No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone No suboxone, it's just methadone Bouty Johnson, the Suspect on the microphone