Basically, can’t [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] for the head piece protect it [bad word] it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want [bad word] Bustin at me [bad word]  now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method man on some [bad word]  pullin niggaz files
I’m sick, insane, crazy, drivin miss daisy
Out her [bad word] mind now I got mine I’m swayze
 [bad word] ]

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] poke
Off the [bad word] to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it’s a [bad word] from a vet on some old vietnam [bad word] [bad word] you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb [bad word] And it’s gonna get even worse word to god
It’s the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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]
 [bad word] 

[outro:]

I’ll [bad word]  I’ll [bad word] cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase [bad word] 
I’ll [bad word]  cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You [bad word] (so? ? ) so [bad word] the hoe [bad word] the hoe

(look at this [bad word]  this [bad word] ..)