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Interpret:
Wu Tang Clan
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| Method Man
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Intro Part One: Method Man
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?[Torture nigga what?]
What?Ill fuckin
Ill fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
with your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like
Tssssssss
[Yeah, Ill fuckin Yeah Ill fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser
Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat]Ooooohhhh
[Whassup? BLAOWWW!!]
Ill fuckin
Ill fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[Ill fuckin][Ill fuckin
Ill fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker]
Ill fuckin
Ill fuckinsew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
Intro Part Two: Genius
[Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so its going down like that, huh? Yeah?
Niggaz 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, 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
Verse One:
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
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Dont eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz 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 You be like oh shit thats the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-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 wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of thatHold up (what?)
I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to bewareOf 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 ya 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 MethodBreak:
All right, yall get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Dont forget your fourty
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 fourty
I got, myself a shorty
And Im about to go and stick it
Yes Im about to go and stick it
Verse Two:Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold winds 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 panty raider
Ill behaviour savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus I do soAlso flam Im the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo Im super Ill make a bitch squirm
For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sess pass the Method
Lets get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missles 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 meChild, the whole damn isle is callin me
P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I dont cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super sperm
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 dont sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fadin motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
Youre clear like glass I can see right through
Youre whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vicd
and ya didnt have friends to begin withIm
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
Outro: RZA
Straight from the slums of ShaolinWu-Tang Killa Bz on a swarm
[Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid]
*coughing*
[Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace] |
Eingetragen |
30.Apr.2001 22:04:00 |
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26.May.2004 21:05:52 |
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