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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998)
Method
Man Intro
(Pt I) (Method
Man) 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
(Pt II) (Genius) [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
I 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 thought I saw a pussycat 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 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
II 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 here 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] |
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