lemme tell ya now   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, im not the king but niggazz is decaf   i stick 'em for the cream check it   just how deep can shit get get deeper then your fears   and brothers is mad pissed accept it   in your cross colored clothes you crossed over   now youre totally crossed out and kriss kross   who da boss niggazz get tossed to da side   and im the dark side i am the force of course   its the method man from the wu tang clan   i be hectic and comin' for that head piece protect it   fuck it two tears in a bucket   niggazz want the ruckus? yo bust it at me son now bust it   stylez i get buckwild method man on some shit   fuckin' niggazz foul son im sick   insane crazy drivin' miss daisy   how the fuck am i? now i got mine im swayze    is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really   real son lemme know it's real    load it up and kill one   load it up and kill one   load it up and kill one   if it's really real   when i was a little stereo   i used to be the champion   i always wonder   when i will be the number one hey hey hey   and now you listen to me darcon darcon   and all you niggazz come and test me test me   im gonna lick out your brains   brothers wanna hang with the meth bring a rope   cuz the only way you hang is by the neck   nigga pump off a set comin' through all your projects   take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise    comin' like a vet on some old vietnam shit   you can bet your bottom dollar that im on it   and itll get even worse word to god its the wu   comin' through takin niggazz 'fore they're   gone gone gone gone gone gone   move'n to your left   i came to represent and carve my name within your chest    you can come test realize it's no contest son    i'm the gun who won that old wild west   quick on the draw with my hands on the floor   lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore   check it cuz i think not when its hip hop like propa   rhymes be the proof when im drinkin ninety proof vodka   no o.j. no no straw   when you give it to me yeah give it to me raw i   burn   give it to me raw    i burn   chest hairs   i dont need no chemical blow to pull no ho' no   all i need is chemical bank to pay her up   is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really   real son lemme know it's    1 2 3 4   kill one   fuck it up and kill one   fuck it up and kill one   lemme know it's real