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Yo mama don't no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
Standin' on the line
Eating swine to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his 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, 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 the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a
Master disaster at any rap

Who the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass a hanger
momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
Just recline, the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the of time
What? And I'll be more than 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 they could never, stop the veteran, to God
When I'm 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 the Human Torch
Fantastic for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya ass