Method Man (Home Grown Version)

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One, two, uh, one, one

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

Peanut butter, 'cause 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'll be like "Oh shit, that's the jam!"

Turn it up, now hear me get buckwi-wi-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 yeah, 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 cord 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

Man, uh, like that, baby paw, uh

Check it, 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 forty

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 blow

Then zoom, I hit the mic like boom

Wrote a song about it like to hear it, here it go

Question, what exactly is a panty raider?

Ill behavior 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, 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 ballistic

Missles and shoot game like a pistol

Clip is loaded when I click bang, bang

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 fry

Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me

'Cause, 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 breakbeat

Don't sleep, the crew's 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 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

Yes, I am

Uh, uh

Rappers crossing over to that R 'n' B jinx

Walk around town like your shit don't stink

Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me

Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me

Nothing mental, just plain and simple

Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple

Come here kid, what? Let me tell you something

Your like change of a penny, nothing

Wham, oh shit, god damn

Skippy, hit me, man I get flam

Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy

Like a Lexus, check this, we Audi

Tippy tippy tum, tippy tah, tippy tum

Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come

Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up

I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up

Wu-Tang's slang bang, up your butt crack and

Straight from Staten, silky like satin

Used to break cliques with stones and sticks

Nowadays we do it with the MACs and clips

The Method Man

The Method Man

The Method Man

Yes I am, yes I am

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

Uh, '92 for the Wu

Now how brothers want it?

With salt or butter, motherfucker

A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop