WU TANG CLAN - METHOD 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 Verse One: 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 aint 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 Break: All right, y’all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins Don’t forget your fourty 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 fourty I got, myself a shorty And I’m about to go and stick it Yes I’m about to