Mira, Meth-Tical comin' through with the suu
The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my high
And they smokin' funny shuddup yo' damn mouth!
Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please
While I, was out on tour, goin' berserk
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome
You want it all? Yeah I want it all like that
Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat
When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better
A little Buckwhylin Island called Stat'
It's goin' on out here, brothers ain't got no peers
Tell 'em what's happenin
Coming back it's the met chod, say it loud
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
What's happenin?
Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
Attitude's cold like the North polar cap
Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream
Niggaz like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" Why is that?
Knowin' I didn't when I did
'Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat
You want it? Whatever I'll be the stormy weather
The least you can do is spark five two's
Comin' out dere like dat dere, Yea
Lie in cut for y'all
Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
He'll give you a heart condition
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear
If you fuck around like that there
Rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin' dirt
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
A runaway train that be runnin' on ya track
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
I taught the boy everything he know
You know god damn whatever and uhh
Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map is that so?
I spark 'em like a match
Kid you frontin' I'm home run hittin', you be buntin'
See me in the mix, rollin' fat, bustin' flicks
See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack
Nuttin' 'cause you ain't got no points in this game
Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact
Meth-tical shit, I told the boy
I'm the met-chod man clap yo' hands, now check it
That's how it's goin down, yeah, it's goin down like that
I gets my thang in action
It's dumb and big, it's dumb and big
Jacket, a nigga with a axe couldn't hack it
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
If ya can't get yourself a ten
And youse an unknown with a faulty contract
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Go on, you bad motherfuckers
Check it out
in your tracks, a Wu-Tang killer bee's on ya back
Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye
Yo! Tell em what's happenin'
Everybody needs to love Dolemite
All on my name but you can't pull my file
Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
