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Dani (m_e_t_h_o_dman) wrote,
@ 2003-07-13 13:06:00
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    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 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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