my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-
Peace How y'all feel out there That's cool Alright You know, sometimes I wanna rap Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean Sometimes all it calls
that mean I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted I pimp with the truth, that's the only method
of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed I won't misleed and you can best believe I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need See I know
subliminal of sounds ?Cause the method won?t be down But this man is all around We break it down so low below [Incomprehensible] and that is all I know
bud'll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser Occasional boozer And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler I piss in the sewer Underground man, I spits manure Plus
brotha) How you live my brotha (Real civilized brotha) I'm not fryed Jaul when i walk the streets I rock wit da 4 cds [not a force ehcos....] [Method Man
hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man)] with all
ass cheeks of Blackstreet So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin' a disguise Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes Not knowin' I'm trippin', I
with dirt under her nail's a gold digger Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga
When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw The shit list ready, who next to scratch off? I'm from the underground
to the sticky, I'm the man Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke I got five
sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T H C ain't no joke I got five on ery'thing