[Verse 1]
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But n***as is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
Check it, just how deep can sh** get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed
Who da boss? n***as get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
f** it, two tears in a bucket, n***as want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some sh**, pullin n***as files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy
Out her f**ing mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
[Hook]
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and k** one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
[Interlude: Booster]
And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon sound a reign
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)
[Verse 2]
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck n***a poke
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam sh**
n***a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh**
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through stickin n***as for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw Mr. Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-
Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn pa**ing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*
[Hook]
[Outro]
I'll f**in, I'll f**in cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll f**in, cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills