[Method Man]
Yeah, torture m*********** what?
What?
I'll f*****
I'll f***** tie you to a f***** bedpost
With your a** cheeks spread out and s***
Right?
Put a hanger on a f***** stove and let that s*** sit there
For like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your a** slow like
Yeah, I'll f*****
Yeah I'll f***** lay your nuts on a f***** dresser
Just your nuts layin on a f***** dresser
And bang them s**** with a spiked f***** bat
Ooooohhhh
Whassup? BLAOWWW!!
I'll f*****
I'll f***** pull your f***** tongue out your f***** mouth
And stab the s*** with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
I'll f*****
I'll f*****
I'll f***** hang you by your f***** d***
Off a f***** twelve sto-story building out this m***********
I'll f*****
I'll f*****
Sew your a****** closed, and keep feedin you
And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
[Genius]
Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
n***** is wailin, check it out kid
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty b******, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face Killer 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 don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut b***er, 'cause I'm not b***er
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then g******
You be like oh s*** that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin s*** like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog s*** right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this
I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted
I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it
Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a b**** squirm
For my, Su-per s**** (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw b*** naked
I smell s** pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole d*** isle is callin me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super s****
Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
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 don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading m************ like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole d*** posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm
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
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
[RZA]
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)
(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)
Yeah, torture m*********** what?
What?
I'll f*****
I'll f***** tie you to a f***** bedpost
With your a** cheeks spread out and s***
Right?
Put a hanger on a f***** stove and let that s*** sit there
For like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your a** slow like
Yeah, I'll f*****
Yeah I'll f***** lay your nuts on a f***** dresser
Just your nuts layin on a f***** dresser
And bang them s**** with a spiked f***** bat
Ooooohhhh
Whassup? BLAOWWW!!
I'll f*****
I'll f***** pull your f***** tongue out your f***** mouth
And stab the s*** with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
I'll f*****
I'll f*****
I'll f***** hang you by your f***** d***
Off a f***** twelve sto-story building out this m***********
I'll f*****
I'll f*****
Sew your a****** closed, and keep feedin you
And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
[Genius]
Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
n***** is wailin, check it out kid
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty b******, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face Killer 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 don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut b***er, 'cause I'm not b***er
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then g******
You be like oh s*** that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin s*** like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog s*** right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this
I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted
I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it
Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a b**** squirm
For my, Su-per s**** (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw b*** naked
I smell s** pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole d*** isle is callin me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super s****
Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
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 don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading m************ like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole d*** posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm
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
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
[RZA]
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)
(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)