I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, What you talking bout, Willis?
The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless, guns I like em stainless steel
I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats til my clips is empty
Dont tempt me, you dont want to fuck with the M-E...
...T-H-O-D Man, 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
Coming where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, yous the number one contender
Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December
Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and
From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping
Hey, Ill be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it cant happen
Your frontin got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, Im from Shaolin Island and aint afraid to bust something
So what you want nigga? You wont nigga
I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger
Its real, 94 rugged-raw
Kickin down your goddamn door
And it goes a little something like this
Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 You dont stop
 Keep on, bitch
Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU
Im lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew
I got connections, Ill get that ass stuck like glue
Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking 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 gentleman, 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
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my MAC unloads
Im guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way
So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-ups, cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
Its the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus
I make it hot, 
Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
Or motherfuckers dead, you thought so
Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 You dont stop
 Keep on, bitch
Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 You dont stop
 Keep on, bitch
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect 
Ah, yeah, hell yeah 
Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one 
My borough is thorough 
Recognize