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Tytuł: Method man

  • Wykonawca: Wu-Tang Clan
  • Wy¶wietleń: 286
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
   [Torture nigga what?]
   What?
   I'll fuckin
   I'll 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, I'll fuckin
   Yeah I'll 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!!]
  
   I'll fuckin
   I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
   and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
   [I'll fuckin]
  
   [I'll fuckin
   I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
   off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker]
  
   I'll fuckin
   I'll fuckin
   sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
   and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
  
   Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions)
  
   [Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
   Yo, so it's 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 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
  
   Break:
  
   All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
   Don't forget your fourty
   And we gonna do it like this
  
   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 fourty
   I got, myself a shorty
   And I'm about to go and stick it
   Yes I'm about to go and stick it
  
   Verse Two:
  
   Uhh
   H-U-F-F huff and I puff
   Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
   Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
   Wrote a song about it like to hear it hree it goes
   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)
   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 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 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
   M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
  
   Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
  
   Outro: RZA
  
   Straight from the slums of Shaolin
   Wu-Tang Killa B'z 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]