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Yo mama wear no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
Standin' on the welfare
Eating swine tryin' to look fine, with her behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got style his nasty ass

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid it
And rep-resent, like heads up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I you off something
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' blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a
Master disaster at any rap

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