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

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, from the and
You was
Bet ya thought ya clan had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

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