1, 2 Uhh 1, 1 1, 2 Uhh 1, 1 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 One: 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 butter, cuz I'm 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 that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-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 shit 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 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 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 Man Uhh, like that baby paw Uhh 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 Two: Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind blow then Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it go Question what exactly is a panty raider Ill behaviour 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 bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess pass the Method Let's 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 me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't fry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Cuz, 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 don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fadin motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd And ya didnt 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 Yes I am Three: Uhh, Uhh Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx Walk around town like your shit don't stink Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me Nothing mental, just plain and simple Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple Come here kid, what, let me tell you something Your like change of a penny, nothing Wham, Oh shit, God Damn Skippy, hit me, man I get flam Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy Like a license check this be Audi Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up Wu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack and Straight from Staten, silky like satin Used to break clicks with stones and sticks Nowadays we do it with the Macs and clips The Method, Man The Method, Man The Method, Man Yes I am, Yes I am M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Uhh, 92 for the Wu Now how brothers want it With salt or butter, motherfucker A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop

Ha ha ha, tokin' on my indo, smokin' on a indo Lookin' through your window Doin' what I win doe, ha ha, ha it goes Who that tokin' on my indo? Fragile niggaz get mashed out, who dat? The Funk D O C Spock hash mouth rhymer The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners Look at my chin, ninety degree bent When I spit I make devils come out east St. Loren I spend so much money on chalk and the indo My weed supplier need to build a drive through window My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARC's Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across Knock it in your hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1 Off on you like I know what you did last summer Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time When the fuckin' hoes keep that drow in your bloodline Yo, I send this to all my, dog To my real niggaz that are true, dog Niggaz who will bust guns for they, dog Niggaz who will spit ones for they, dog Niggaz who be rollin' deep with they, dog Niggaz who blaze blunts with they, dog Niggaz who would do time for they, dog Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they, dog Yo, I'm a dog I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls Grab the intercom and yell, fuck you in the mall I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'all I went to college, rockin' tie one below outfits Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin' Like they saw Tu Pac with two glocks still thuggin' Fuckin' with a dog like me, I call your name out While you pussy niggaz call ID, when I blaze You step life your wife got a baby on the way The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay I'm ill in, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin' I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit And if you hearin' me I see you paid that twelve cent So peace to homey Short dog Peace to that funky nigga Snoop dog Peace to that old nigga Dirt dog Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead dog You can call a female a dog too, true You can feed they stinkin' ass u-canu-bu, dog They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu A real raw dog never get jealous They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead 'em So ask face, keep your mind on your money I keep the stinkin' ass hoes doin' laundry dog 'Cause I'm a dog Dog Dog Dog Dog

Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors and biblical papers Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver