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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, her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got style his nasty ass

Are you ready, to the consenquences 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 heads up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, with a drunken
disaster at any rap functions

Who said the Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me pull ya brain ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not 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 test the check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust ass
All up and the block, the street, that ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Lee joint
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 mental
The Method, at the weekend, a whole lot of credit
The I desire, I be the first to set it
Off, on like the Human Torch
Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya ass