M-E-T-H-O-D Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again! The RZA; The GZA; Ol' Dirty Bastard; Inspectah Deck; Raekwon the Chef; U-God; Ghost Face Killer; and the Method Man.

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.

Hey you get off my cloud!
You don't know me,
And you don't know my style,
Who be getting 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 backlike a rubberband.

I be Sam,
Sam I am,
And I dont eat green eggs and ham,
Style will hit you,
WHAM!
Then Goddamn!
You be like...
OH shit that's the jam!

Turn it up now,
Hear me get buck wu-wu-wild,
I'm about to blow,
Light me up!

Upside downside,
Inside and outside,
Hitting you from every angle,
There's no doubt.

I am the one and only,
Method Man,
The master of the plan,
Wrapping shit like SaranWrap,
With some of this and some of that.

Hold up...
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,
Coming 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!

All right y'all! Get ya White Owls... Get ya meth... Get ya skins... Don't forget your 40 and we gonna do it like this!

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 40,
I got myself a Shorty,
And I'm about to go and stick it,
Yes I'm about to go and stick it.

H-U-F-F huff and I puff,
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing,
Zoom I hit the mic like boom!
Wrote a song about it ,
Like to hear it?
Here it goes:

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 Ho's,
Yo I'm super,
I'll make a Bitch squirm,
For my super sperm.

Check it!
I give it to you 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 calling me,
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R!
Mad raw,
I don't cry.

Meaning no one can burn,
Or toss and turn me,
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!
Fading 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 catching them 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,
M-E-T-H-O-D Man.

Here I am,
Here I am,
The Method Man.

Straight from the slums of Shaolin: Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm. Your soul have just been taken through the 36 Chambers of Death kid.