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Yo mama don't no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
Standin' on the 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 face the consenquences and
I tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
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, fuckin' with a
disaster at any rap functions

Who the Wu-Tang Clan? 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 ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of
What? And I'll be than glad to bust that 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 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 Four for all the fans in the
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass