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Yo mama don't no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
on the welfare line
Eating swine tryin' to look fine, with her 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 that bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I it
Get lost, I you off something
I'm pumpin', a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan had ya but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
disaster at any rap functions

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 ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
momma 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 the knuckle check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' get the point
Cause could never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the HEAD of a vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, a whole lot of credit
The I desire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the Human
Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass