All its takin
Is some marijuana and Im makin
MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Back spins to windmills. Whos still the gin drinker?
Ill thinker explodin when the paper hits the ink
Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6-
The holocaust, BIG the merciless
Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes
Im giving young minds statutory rape
Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right?
You didnt know the extra clips on my hip
You dont want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-
Dont tempt me, you dont wanna fuck with M-E
Here I am, Ill be damned if this aint some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
Its the low killer death trap, yes Im a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, Ill be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it cant happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo Im from Shaolin, Island, and aint afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya wont nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
Its real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door 
Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
, ya dont stop
, keep on
Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggas back in I.C.U
Im lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew
I got connections, Ill get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
Im not a gentle, man, Im a Method, Man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it and
 Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Bitch
Welcome to my center
Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at
Now starts the cardiac arrest Wheres your vest?
You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped
Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin
Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out
Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out
Niggas wanna do me slugs just run through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
Its the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
I make it hot 
Nigga touch me you better bust me
Tree times in the head
Or motherfuckers dead, ya thought so
Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
, ya dont stop
, keep on
Motherfucker uh
Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
, ya dont stop
, keep on