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Yo don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she 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 style 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 up a brick, when I swing 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 clan had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty and
Ya take the gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, with a drunken
disaster at any rap functions

Who the Wu-Tang 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 momma not tell ya not to talk to a
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust 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 could never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a lot of credit
The I desire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the Human
Fantastic Four for all the in the store
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass