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Artist:Method Man
No album artwork found
Album:Tical
Track:Biscuits
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:5
 
Lyrics:[Intro:]

What? What you want?
Represent represent represent
Yeah, represent,
check it out check it out

Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took
them off!
Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine
Tryin to look fine, with her stank
behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty
ass

[Verse One:]

Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?
I
even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting
it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
Get lost, I break you off
something
I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was nothin

Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin
Smokin dirt blunts and
fuckin nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin
Get ya
ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions


[Interlude:]

Huh, just an echo
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley
Yoo-hoo
ripin-ripin so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew

Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass


[Verse Two:]

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the
finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass
with a hanger
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in
the noose, of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle
check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and
down the block, the street, the isle
Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo'
Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point
Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to
God
When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a
whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it
off, flame on like the
Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell
ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass

[Outro:]

94 baby, word up,
recognize, recognize
Wu-Tang killer bee
The RZA and the Method MZA

Raider
Ruckus, where you at?
 
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