It's the method man from the Wu-tang Clan
Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone
Load it up and kill one
Get deeper than your fists
And I'm the dark side of the force, of course
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
Just how deep can shit get?
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's real
Load it up and kill one
Word to God, it's the Wu
Kill one, fuck it up and kill one
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
Find out my mental based on instrumental records
Method man on some shit
So bust it at me, son, now bust it
And it'll get even worse
Insane crazy, drivin' miss daisy
If it's really real
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
I'm the gun who won that old Wild West
In your cross color, clothes are crossed over
I always wonder when I will be the number one
When I was a little stereo
Fuck it up and kill one
Movin' to your left
Give it to me raw, I burn
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm swayze
And all you niggaz come and test me? Test me
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four
'Cos the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set
I used to be the champion
Let's go inside my astral plane
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Styles, I get buck wild
Hey so I can write monumental methods
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
I'm gonna lick out your brains
And brothers is mad
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
No straw
When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I burn
Check it, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
And now you listen to me, Dacron Dacron
Load it up and kill one
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
I stick 'em for the cream, check it
Pissed, accept it
Fuckin' niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick
Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss kross
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
Hardcore from the brain
Comin' through all your projects
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side
Niggaz want the ruckus?
I'm not the king, but niggaz is decaf
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
No OJ, no
Chest hair
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
