文本歌词

Basically can't f**k you
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 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 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 tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush now bust it
Styles I gets buck wild
Method Man on shit
Pullin' niggaz files
I'm sick insane crazy
Drivin' Miss Daisy
Out her f**kin' mind now
I got Martin 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 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 Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is
By the neck nigga 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 shit
Nigga 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 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
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 da mo'
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
F**k the hoe
F**k the hoe