Basically can't f**k with me
I came to bring the 11611,-199)pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write monumental
Methods I'm not the king
But niggaz is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your cross color clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kris Kross
Who da boss Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the 36901,-829)dark side of the force
Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it
F**k it two tears in a bucket niggaz want the 45711,-379)ruckus
Bustin' 46271,-79)at me 46571,-459)brush now bust it
Styles I gets buck wild
Method Man on 50131,-49)some shit pullin' niggaz files
I'm sick insane crazy drivin' Miss Daisy
Out her f**kin' mind now I got Martin 56691,-59)Swayze
Is it real son is it really real son
Let me know it's real son if it's really real
Something I could feel son load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son if it's really real
And when I was a lil' stereo
Stereo)
I listened to some champion
Champion)
I always wondered
Wondered)
Will now I 74721,-249)be the numba one
Tical Hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon
Gargon )
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me
Test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains
It's like that)
Brothers want to hang with the 87391,-229)Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck n***a poke
Off the set comin' to your projects
Take it as a threat 93441,-349)better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
n***a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin' niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left southpaw 'em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes 121321,-119)be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka no OJ no straw when you give it to me aiy give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical bank to pay 136741,-599)da mo'
What basically that Meth-Tical ninety-four style
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
Is it real son is it really real son
Let me know it's real son if it's really real
Something I could feel son load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son if it's really real
I'll f**kin' I'll f**kin' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll f**kin' cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
Is it real son is it really real 176841,-569)son
Let me know it's real son if it's really real
Something I could feel son load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son if it's really real
So f**k the 187511,-279)hoe
So)
F**k the hoe
