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, I'm not the king,
But n____zz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream
Check it!

Just how deep can s___
Get, get deeper then your fears
And brother's is mad p___ed
Accept it!

In your cross colored
clothes you crossed over
Now you're totally crossed out
And kriss kross

Who the boss
n____zz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side
I am the force of course

It's the method man
From the wu tang clan
I be hectic
And comin' for that head piece
Protect it!

f___ it to tears in a bucket
n____zz want the ruckus?
Yo, bust it at me son
Now bust it!

Styles I get buck-wild
Method man on some s___
f___in' n____zz foul son I'm sick

Insane crazy
Drivin' miss daisy
How the f___ am I?
Now I got mine, I'm 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
Uh, uh, uh
I always wonder...
When I will be the number one
Hey, hey, hey

And now you listen to me
Darcon, darcon

And all you n____zz
Come and test me, test me!
I'm gonna lick out your brains

Brothers wanna hang
with the meth
Bring a rope
cuz the only way
you hang is by the neck

n____ pump off a set
comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat
Rr better yet
It is a promise

Comin' like a vet
on some old vietnam s___
You can bet
your bottom dollar
that I'm on it

And it'll get even worse
word to god its the wu
comin' through
takin n____zz '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 g______
Funky rhymes galore

Check it!
Cuz i think not
When its hip hop like propa
Rhymes be the proof
When I'm drinkin' 90 proof vodka
No OJ, 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
f___ it up and kill one
f___ it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real

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