Method Man - Wu Tang Clan

Yeah, torture, motherf**ker, what?

(Torture, ni**a, what?)

What? I'll f**kin', I'll f**kin' tie you to a f**kin' bedpost

With your a** cheeks spread out and sh*t, right?

Put a hanger on a f**kin' stove

And let that sh*t sit there for like a half hour

Take it off and stick it in your a** slow like

Yeah, I'll f**kin', yeah I'll f**kin' lay your nuts on a f**kin' dresser

Just your nuts layin' on a f**kin' dresser

And bang them shits with a spiked f**kin' bat, ooh

(Whassup?)

I'll f**kin', I'll f**kin' pull your f**kin' tongue

Out your f**kin' mouth

And stab the sh*t with a rusty screwdriver

I'll f**kin', I'll f**kin'

I'll f**kin' hang you by your f**kin' dick

Off a f**kin' twelve sto story buildin'

Out this motherf**ker

I'll f**kin', I'll f**kin' sew your asshole closed

And keep feedin' you and feedin' you

And feedin' you and feedin' you

Yo, roll the dice, man, roll the dice

Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh?

Yeah? Niggaz is

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again

The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef

Ugod, 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

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

Peanutbutter, 'cuz I'm not butter

In fact, I snap back like a rubber

Band, I be Sam, Sam I am

And I don't eat green eggs and ham

Style will hit ya, wham, then goddamn

You be like, oh sh*t, 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' sh*t like Saran

Wrap with some of this and some of that

Hold up, I tawt I tat I putty tat

Over there, but I think he best to beware

Of the diggy dog sh*t right here

Yippy yippy yay, yippy yah, yippy yo

Like Deck said this ain't 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 math, 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

Uh, 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

Doin' average things with average hoes

Yo, I'm super, I'll make a b**ch squirm

For my super sperm

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

Meanin' 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' motherf**kers 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 didn't have friends to begin with, I'm the

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

Straight from the slums of Shaolin

Wu-Tang Killa, B'z on a swarm

Your soul have just been taken

Through the thirty-six chambers of death, kid

Word to mother, Method Man signin' off