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Исполнитель: Wu-Tang Clan
Название песни: Method Man
Альбом: Enter the Wu-Tang Clan (36 Chambers)
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Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man текст песни, lyrics

[Skit: Method Man and  Raekwon]
[Meth] Yeahhh, torture  motherfucker what?  [Torture nigga what?]  What?
I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin tie you  to a fuckin bedpost with  your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right, put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let  that shit sit there for like a  half hour, take it off and  stick it in your ass slow like *Tssssssss*
[Rae] Yeah, I'll fuckin - yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a  fuckin dresser, just your  nuts layin on a fuckin  dresser, and bang them  shits with a spiked fuckin  bat
[Ooooohhhh] Whassup?  BLAOWWW!!
[Meth] I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin  pull your fuckin tongue out  your fuckin mouth and stab  the shit with a rusty  screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[Raek] I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin hang you by your  fuckin dick off a fuckin  twelve sto-story building  out this motherfucker
[Meth] I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin  sew your asshole closed,  and keep feedin you and  feedin you, and feedin you,  and feedin you
[Intro: GZA/Genius]
[Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like  that, huh? Yeah?
Niggas is whylin, 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
[Verse 1]
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
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 back like a  rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs  and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get  buckwu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow 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 wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and  some of that
Hold up (what?) 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 ain't your average flow
Comin 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 forty
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
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it
[Verse 2]
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 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 hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch  squirm
For my, Su-per Sperm(check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw  butt naked
I smell sess pass the Method
Let's get liftedas 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  callin 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
Ooh 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
Fadin 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 catchin em all cause you  vic'd
And ya 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
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
[Ghostface Killah]
Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid
[Method Man]
Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace

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