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

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

Who said the Wu-Tang Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me pull ya outcha ass with 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 test the knuckle check on the hands of time
And I'll be more 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
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 Four for all the fans in the
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass