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- Yeahhh, torture, mother****er, what?
Torture, nigga, what?
What? Ill ****in, Ill ****in tie you to a ****in bedpost
With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a ****in stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour,
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like tss
Yeah, Ill ****in, yeah, Ill ****in lay your **** on a ****in dresser,
Just your **** layin on a ****in dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked ****in bat
Ooh whassup? Blaow!
Ill ****in, Ill ****in, pull your * ***in tongue out your ****in
Mouth and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww!
Ill ****in, Ill ****in, Ill ****in hang you by your ****in **** off
A ****in 12 sto-story building out this mother****er
Ill ****in, Ill *** *in, sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice
Yo, so its goin down like that, huh? Yeah?
Niggas is whylin, check it out, kid
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud!
You dont know me and you dont know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey! The Method Man
Dont eat Skippy , Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter cause Im not butter
In fact, I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham! Then goddamn
Youll be like, 'Oh shit, thats the jam!'
Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild
Im about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle, theres no doubt I
Am the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan, rappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said, this aint your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw ?
The poetrys in motion, coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
Whats the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
'Hey , hey, hey!' like Fat Albert
Its the Method Man, aint no if ands about it
Its the Method
All right, yall, get your White Owls
Get your meth, get your skins
Dont forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this
I got fat bags of skunk
I got White Owl blunts
And Im about to go get lifted
Yes, Im about to go get lifted
I got myself a forty
I got myself a shorty
And Im about to go and stick it
Yes, Im about to go and stick it, uhh
H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold winds blowin
Zoooom, I hit the mic like boom!
Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
Question, what exactly is a panty raider?
Ill behavior, savior or major flavor
All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
Also, flam, Im the man, call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doin average things with average hoes
Yo, Im super, Ill make a ***** squirm
For my Super Sperm (check it)
Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
I smell sess—pass the method
Lets get lifted as I kick ballistic
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang!)
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I dont fry
Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh, I be the super sperm
Chim chiminy chim chim cher- ee
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now, how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?
Peep and dont sleep, the crews mad deep ( Wu-Tang!)
Fadin mother****ers like bleach
So to each and every crew
Youre clear like glass, I can see right through
Your whole damn posse be catchin' em all, cause you vicd
And you didnt have friends to begin with, Im…
The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
(Your soul have just been tooken
Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid)
Word to mother , Method Man signin off, peace
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