文本歌词

Basically can't f**k with me
I came to bring the 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 n***as is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how deep can s**t 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 the boss n***as get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu Tang Clan
I be hectic and coming for the head piece protect it
F**k it two tears in a bucket n***as want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh now bust it
Styles I gets buckwild
Method Man on some s**t pulling n***as files
I'm sick insane crazy Drivin' Miss Daisy
Out her f**kin' mind now I got mine I'm 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 be the number one
Tical hahaha
Now you listen to the Gargon
Gargon
And the Gargon summary
And any man dat come test me
Test me
Me gwanna lick out them brains
It's like that
Brothers want to hang with the 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 better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam s**t
N***a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb s**t
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin n***az 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 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 Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a h*e
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What basically that Meth Tical ninety four style
Word up we be hazardous
Northern spicy brown mustard h*es
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