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Yo mama wear no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
on the welfare line
Eating swine tryin' to look fine, with her behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his ass

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I it
Get lost, I you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' had ya back 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' with a
disaster at any rap functions

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your
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
Just recline, keep the in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the 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' get the point
Cause they could never, stop the veteran, to God
I'm severin' the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of
The I desire, I be the first 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 ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass