I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain   Let's go inside my astral plane   Find out my metal's based on instrumental   Record hey, so I can write monumental      Methods, I'm not the king   But niggaz is decay I stick 'em for the cream   Check it, just how deep can shit get   Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it      In your cross color, clothes you've crossed over   Then got totally crossed out and Kris Cross   Who the boss? Niggaz 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   Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus   Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it, styles I gets buck wild      Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggaz files   I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy   Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze      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 kill one   Want it raw deal son, if it's really real      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?   (Yo)      Now you listen to the Gorgon   (Gorgon)   And the Gorgon summary   (Yo)   And any man that come test me   (Test me)   Me wanna lick out them brains   (It's that why)