The Pit (feat. Method Man)

Doctor P, you ready?

Mister F, you on deck?

Meth, check that

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Yeah)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

I don't think they ready for this one

Drinks down, man up, circle 'round, stand up

Pimps up, hands down, beat 'em up, man down

No hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

Method Man, tear the roof off, jump in the pit

E'rybody in the mosh pit

Let's make this club move like we got something to prove

E'rybody in the mosh pit

Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with you?

E'rybody in the mosh pit

It's all true, you already know what to do

No hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

Method Man, tear the roof off, jump in the pit

First of all, how many first to brawl

If you try and break something, then I'm the first you call

My shovel ready if any dirt's involved

And I euthanize rappers that try to hurt my dawgs

I off the lame that think I'm off my game

Killer thoughts, and get it off your brain

Them jewels cost money but love don't cost a thing

But it might cost your life you don't come up off the chain

Drinks down, man up, circle round, stand up

Pimps up, hands down, beat 'em up, man down

No hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

Method Man, tear the roof off, jump in the pit

E'rybody in the mosh pit

Let's make this club move like we got something to prove

E'rybody in the mosh pit

Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with you?

E'rybody in the mosh pit

It's all true, you already know what to do

No hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

Method Man, tear the roof off, jump in the pit

I'm like Jesus, you come across my name

Fast and furious to any that cut across my lane

House of Pain that have an ounce of Jane

And no raincoat for haters that try and doubt my reign

Adam F, Mister Meth, and Doc P

The people need a reason to mosh, they got three

We live by the code, my killer's locked and load

If the bitch catch fire, just stop, drop and roll

Drinks down, man up, circle 'round, stand up

Pimps up, hands down, beat 'em up, man down

Drinks down, man up, circle 'round, stand up

Pimps up, hands down, beat 'em up, man down

No hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

No-no-no hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

No-no-no hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

Method Man, tear the roof off, jump in the pit

E'rybody in the mosh pit

Let's make this club move like we got something to prove

E'rybody in the mosh pit

Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with you?

E'rybody in the mosh pit

It's all true, you already know what to do

No hands in the air, no need for pumping your fists

Method Man, tear the roof off, jump in the pit

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Get 'em)

Mister F (What), Meth (Huh), P (Yeah)

Mister F (Huh), Meth (What), P (Get 'em)

I don't think they ready for this one