The What

I used to get feels on a bitch
 Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
 And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
 Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
 Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
 Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?"
 The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
 Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
 Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
 I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel
 I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
 Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)
 I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
 Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
 It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
 Coming where you rest at, surrender
 Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
 Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
 Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
 From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
 Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
 Acting as if it can't happen
 Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
 Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
 So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
 I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
 It's real, '94 rugged-raw
 Kickin' down your goddamn door
 (And it goes a little something like this)
 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
 (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
 Two, coming with that Olde E brew
 Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
 I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
 I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
 Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
 Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
 And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
 I spark and they cells get warm
 I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man
 Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and
 (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen
 I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch
 Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
 Cold as the pole in the winter
 Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
 And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video
 Ready to die, why I act that way?
 Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
 So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
 I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
 Excuse me, flows just grow through me
 Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
 It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
 A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
 (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)
 I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)
 Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head
 Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so
 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
 (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
 (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)
 Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)
 Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)
 My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)
 Recognize (yeah)
 
 I used to get feels on a bitch
 Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
 And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
 Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
 Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
 Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?"
 The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
 Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
 Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
 I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel
 I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
 Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)
 I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
 Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
 It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja
 Coming where you rest at, surrender
 Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender
 Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
 Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
 From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
 Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
 Acting as if it can't happen
 Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something
 Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
 So what you want nigga? You won't nigga
 I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
 It's real, '94 rugged-raw
 Kickin' down your goddamn door
 (And it goes a little something like this)
 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
 (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
 Two, coming with that Olde E brew
 Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
 I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
 I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
 Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
 Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
 And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
 I spark and they cells get warm
 I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man
 Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and
 (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen
 I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch
 Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta
 Cold as the pole in the winter
 Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
 And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video
 Ready to die, why I act that way?
 Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
 So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
 I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
 Excuse me, flows just grow through me
 Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
 It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
 A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
 (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)
 I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)
 Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head
 Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so
 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
 (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
 Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
 Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop
 (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)
 Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)
 Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)
 My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)
 Recognize (yeah)