Intro: Method Man:
*All my people...!*

Redman

It's Funk Doc

Where da weed at, [bad word] !

I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops

See thas' [bad word] ! Believe thas' [bad word] 

Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.

Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to

Project-ballers

You yell: "Turn the heat down!"

My voice, D.V.D. round-sound, some herb round town

And chances of ya'll leavin', round now

Wait later, will make Funk page paper

Date Raper wit' Juvenile 8th Graders

Hit the High School at 187 Caesar

When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres

Doc ya'll and that's my man Jabberjaw

The [bad word] ready, who next to scratch off?

I'm from the underground, my soundlib

Platform shoes to [bad word]  400 pounds!
 [bad word]  Meth & Red

GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EM

JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT

MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL

IT!

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Method Man:

Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'

Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?

My hand that rock yo' cradle often

I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin

If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see

central bookin'

So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last

summer?

So I started hookin', you past shookin'

Over open can I [bad word] whoopin'?

Ain't no tomorrows in the Method's Little Shop Of

Horrors

Go ask your father who the father from the Hill to

Harbor

You know tha saga, marijuana bustin' Goldschlaager

With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and

Reggie

Don't even bother, the radio for back-up

Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his

icin'

Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!*

Col' make me pull a Tyson and bite a [bad word]  ear

Precisin', slicin' jugulars the cut-crew [bad word]  Predator, Viking, etc.

People's champ, niggaz be takin' [bad word] 
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone

Straight from the [bad word] 
The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue

Prepare for desert storm!
 [bad word] 
I scored 1.1 on my SAT

And still push a whip with a right and left AC

Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called

I'm behind the brickwall with [bad word] jaws

Spit poison, got a gun permit draw

Gundown at Sundown you keep score!

This training-course and ya'll ain't fit

On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't [bad word] 

Meth

Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be

When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait

ya turn

I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve

With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s

The most slept on since Rip Van Wink

My [bad word] stink with every element from to Zinc

So what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink?

You must be crazy! little off the wall maybe

Go get a shrink...
 [bad word]