12 Uhh 11. 12 Uhh 11. 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. Verse One:. 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 cuz I'm not butter. In fact I snap back like a rubber. band I be Sam Sam I am. And I dont eat green eggs and ham. Style will hit ya wham! then goddamn. You be like oh shit 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 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 yay yippy yah yippy yo. Like Deck said this aint 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. Man. Uhh like that baby paw. Uhh. 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. Verse Two:. Uhh. 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 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. Doing average things with average hoes. Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm. For my Su-per 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 fry. Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me. Cuz 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 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 didnt have friends to begin with. I'm. M-E-T H-O-D MAN. M-E-T H-O-D MAN. M-E-T H-O-D MAN. Yes I am. Verse Three:. Uhh Uhh. Rappers crossing over to that R&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 license check this be 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 gang bang up your butt crack and. Straight from Staten silky like satin. Used to break clicks 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. Uhh 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