Method Man

Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice
 Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?
 Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid
 From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
 The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
 Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah 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 gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
 Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
 Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man
 Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
 Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter
 In fact, I snap back like a rubber
 Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am
 And I don't eat green eggs and ham
 Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
 You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam"
 Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild
 I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)
 Upside, downside, inside and outside
 Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I
 Am the one and only Method Man
 The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran
 Wrap, with some of this and some of that
 Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a 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 ain't your average flow"
 Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah
 Tell me, how you 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
 Alright, y'all, get your White Owls
 Get your Meth', get your skins
 Don't forget your 'orty
 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 Forty
 And I got myself a shorty
 And I'm about to go and stick it
 Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh
 H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff
 Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
 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 behavior, savior or major flavor
 All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
 Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super
 Not an average Joe with an average flow
 Doin' average things with average hoes
 Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
 For my super sperm (check it)
 Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
 I smell sess, pass the method
 Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
 Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
 Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)
 A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
 J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
 Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump
 Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me
 Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
 P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry
 Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me
 Ooh, I be the super sperm
 Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee
 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 crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)
 Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
 So to each and every crew
 You're clear like glass, I could see right through
 Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd
 And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-
 The 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 Beez on a swarm
 Your soul have just been tooken
 Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
 Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace
 
 Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice
 Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?
 Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid
 From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
 The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
 Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah 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 gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
 Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
 Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man
 Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
 Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter
 In fact, I snap back like a rubber
 Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am
 And I don't eat green eggs and ham
 Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
 You'll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam"
 Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild
 I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)
 Upside, downside, inside and outside
 Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I
 Am the one and only Method Man
 The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran
 Wrap, with some of this and some of that
 Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a 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 ain't your average flow"
 Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah
 Tell me, how you 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
 Alright, y'all, get your White Owls
 Get your Meth', get your skins
 Don't forget your 'orty
 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 Forty
 And I got myself a shorty
 And I'm about to go and stick it
 Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh
 H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff
 Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
 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 behavior, savior or major flavor
 All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
 Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super
 Not an average Joe with an average flow
 Doin' average things with average hoes
 Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
 For my super sperm (check it)
 Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
 I smell sess, pass the method
 Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
 Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
 Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)
 A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
 J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
 Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump
 Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me
 Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
 P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry
 Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me
 Ooh, I be the super sperm
 Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee
 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 crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)
 Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
 So to each and every crew
 You're clear like glass, I could see right through
 Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd
 And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-
 The 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 Beez on a swarm
 Your soul have just been tooken
 Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
 Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace