Basically can't fuck with me. Verse One:. I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain. Let's go inside my astral plane. Find out my mental's based on instrumental. records hey so I can write monumental. Methods I'm not the King. But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM. check it just how deep can shit get. Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it. In your Cross Colour clothes you've crossed over. Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross. Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side. And I'm the dark side of the Force. Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan. I be hectic and comin for the head piece protect it. Fuck it two tears in a bucket niggaz want the ruckus. Bustin at me bruh now bust it. Styles I gets buckwild. Method Man on some shit pullin niggaz files. I'm sick insane crazy Drivin Miss Daisy. Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze. Chorus:. Is it real son is it really real son. Let me know it's real son if it's really real. Something I could feel son load it up and kill one. Want it raw deal son if it's really real. Interlude: Booster. And when I was a lil stereo (stereo). I listened to some champion (champion). I always wondered (wondered). Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha). Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!). And de gargon summary. And any man dat come test me (test me). Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that). Verse Two:. Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope. the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke. off the set comin to your projects. Take it as a threat better yet it's a promise. Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit. Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit. And it's gonna get even worse word to God. It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments. Movin on your left southpaw em it's the Meth. Came to represent and carve my name in your chest. You can come test realize you're no contest. Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West. Quick on the draw with my hands on the four. nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore. Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper. Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof. Huh vodka no OJ no straw. When you give it to me aiy give it to me raw. I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns. Enough to give 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-four style. Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*. Northern spicy brown mustard hoes. We have to stick you. *horn sound of car racing by*. Chorus. Outro:. I'll fuckin I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off. and make you kneel in some staircase piss. I'll fuckin cut your eyelids off. and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills. You motherfuckers. (So???) So fuck the hoe. Fuck the hoe. (Look at this nigga this motherfuckin...)