Chris Gehringer - Method Man lyrics
[Skit: Method Man and Raekwon] [Meth] Yeahhh, torture motherf**er what? [Torture n***a what?] What? I'll f**in - I'll f**in tie you to a f**in bedpost with your a** cheeks spread out and sh**, right, put a hanger on a f**in stove and let that sh** sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your a** slow like *Tssssssss* [Rae] Yeah, I'll f**in - yeah I'll f**in lay your nuts on a f**in dresser, just your nuts layin on a f**in dresser, and bang them sh**s with a spiked f**in bat [Ooooohhhh] Wha**up? BLAOWWW!! [Meth] I'll f**in - I'll f**in pull your f**in tongue out your f**in mouth and stab the sh** with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! [Raek] I'll f**in - I'll f**in - I'll f**in hang you by your f**in dick off a f**in twelve sto-story building out this motherf**er [Meth] I'll f**in - I'll f**in sew your a**hole closed, and keep feedin you and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? n***as is whylin, check it out kid [Intro: GZA] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Inspectah Deck Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface k**ah and the Method Man [Hook: 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 1: Method Man] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be getting 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 bu*ter cause I'm not bu*ter In fact I snap back like a rubber band I be Sam, Sam-I-Am and I don't eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh sh** that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buck w-w-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 sh** 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 sh** right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain't 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: Method Man] All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this [Bridge: Method Man] 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 uhh [Verse 2: Method Man] 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 here it goes Question, what exactly is a panty raider? Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus seducer 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 b**h squirm For my Super Sperm (check it) Check it I give it to ya raw bu*t naked I smell sess, pa** the method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles 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 s**m 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 motherf**ers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like gla** I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with, I'm [Hook: Method Man] The 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 (Ghostface k**ah) {Method Man}] Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang k**a Beez on a swarm Ya's all have just been taken through the 36 Chambers of d**h, kid {Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace}