[Verse One: Method Man]

Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye
Who the [bad word] wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects
I represent the Shaolin my [bad word] [bad word] yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

[Verse Two: Redman]

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!
Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more [bad word] Loops then that Toucan Sam [bad word] Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
 [bad word] with us) is a straight suicide

[Verse Three: Method Man]

10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that [bad word] raw
Breakin all [bad word] like glass jaws [bad word]  you got to get mine to get yours [bad word]  we dont need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existance, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-
[Verse Four: Redman]

I bees the [bad word] to any [bad word] on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad [bad word] I shift like a clutch with [bad word] Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough
Your [bad word] broke down, light your flare
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey [bad word] And yo my man (Tical) hit me now [bad word] use to play me now they cant forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop [bad word] the billboard, Im a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?
 [bad word] ]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train
HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my [bad word] Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a [bad word] thing changed
HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my [bad word] 
[Verse Five: Method Man]

Til my man [bad [bad word] home
It ain't really on till [bad word] get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
we don't need your dirt weed we got a [bad word] O
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my [bad word] dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast
Hailin from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast
Home of the [bad word] kingpins and cut throats
(Hey boy, you's [bad word] boy on the block
You try and stop the [bad word] you will get popped)
As [bad word] around with a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

[Verse Six: Redman]

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be [bad word] with, or played with [bad word] the pretty hoes, I love those Section Bit-ches