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[Intro Part One: Method Man (album version)] |
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Yeah, torture motherfucker what? |
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(Torture nigga what?) |
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What? |
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I'll fucking |
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I'll fucking tie you to a fucking bedpost |
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with your ass cheeks spread out and shit |
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Right? |
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Put a hanger on a fucking stove and let that shit sit there |
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for like a half hour |
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Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like |
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Tssssssss |
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Yeah, I'll fucking |
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Yeah I'll fucking lay your nuts on a fucking dresser |
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Just your nuts laying on a fucking dresser |
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And bang them shits with a spiked fucking bat |
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Oh |
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What's up? BLOW! |
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I'll fucking |
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I'll fucking pull your fucking tongue out your fucking mouth |
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and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLOW! |
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I'll fucking |
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I'll fucking |
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I'll fucking hang you by your fucking dick |
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off a fucking twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker |
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I'll fucking |
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I'll fucking |
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sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you |
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and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you |
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[Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions)] |
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Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice |
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Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? |
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Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid |
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From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again |
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The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef |
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U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man |
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN |
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[x4] |
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[Verse One:] |
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Hey, you, get off my cloud |
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You don't know me and you don't know my style |
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Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? |
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Here I am here I am, the Method Man |
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Patty cake patty cake hey the method man |
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Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan |
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Peanut butter, Cause I'm not butter |
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In fact I snap back like a rubber |
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band, I be Sam Sam I am |
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And I don't eat green eggs and ham |
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Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn |
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You be like oh shit that's the jam |
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Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild |
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I'm about to blow light me up |
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Upside downside inside and outside |
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Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt |
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I am, the one and only Method Man |
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The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran |
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Wrap, with some of this and some of that |
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Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat |
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Over there, but I think he best to beware |
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Of the diggy dog shit right here |
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Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo |
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Like Deck said this ain't your average flow |
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Coming like rah ooh ah achie kah |
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Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw |
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The poetry's in motion coast to coast and |
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Rub it on your skin like lotion |
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What's the commotion, oh my lord |
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Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword |
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Hey hey hey like Fat Albert |
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It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it |
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It's the Method |
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[Break:] |
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All right, y'all get ya weed out, get ya meth, get your skins |
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Don't forget your forty |
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And we gonna do it like this |
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I got, fat bags of skunk |
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I got, White Owl dub |
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And I'm about to go get lifted |
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Yes I'm about to go get lifted |
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I got, myself a forty |
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I got, myself a shorty |
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And I'm about to go and stick it |
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Yes I'm about to go and stick it |
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[Verse Two:] |
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Uhh |
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H-U-F-F huff and I puff |
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Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing |
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Zoom, I hit the mic like boom |
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Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes |
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Question what exactly is a panty raider |
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Ill behaviour, savior or major flavor |
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All of the above oh yeah plus I do so |
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Also flam I'm the man call me super |
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Not an average Joe with an average flow |
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Doing average things with average hoes |
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Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm |
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For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) |
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Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked |
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I smell sess pass the Method |
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Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics |
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Missles and shoot game like a pistol |
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Clip is loaded when I click bang dang |
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A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain |
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J-U-M-P jump and I thump |
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Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump |
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Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me |
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Child, the whole damn isle is calling me |
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P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry |
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Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me |
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Ooh I be the super sperm |
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Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie |
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Freak a flow and flow fancy free |
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Now how many licks does it take |
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For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break |
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Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang |
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Fading motherfuckers like bleach |
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So to each and every crew |
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You're clear like glass I can see right through |
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You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd |
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and ya didn't have friends to begin with |
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I'm |
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN |
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN |
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN |
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN |
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Here I am, here I am, the Method Man |
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[Outro: RZA] |
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Straight from the slums of Shaolin |
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Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm |
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(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) |
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[coughing] |
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(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace) |
