Methadonia

Methadonia They weeble and they wobble But they don't fall down You see the fed has got their back And they say, it's better than crack Plus it keeps them mellow and pa*sive And takes them to the land The land of Methadonia There are three around my way And all day I see them straying Up the block and down the stairs Comin' in groups but leaving in pairs Like s*ckers with their weeks supply Your eye and I see you selling the elixir of life And takes them to the land The land of Methadonia And takes them to the land The land of Methadonia I see you hangin' on my stoop You better swoop before I do Some jammies in your eye Because the place in which you're sent By your liquid orange friend Has kept you from it for so long And takes them to the land The land of Methadonia And takes them to the land The land of Methadonia And takes them all f**king to the land The land of Methadonia