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

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit,
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 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' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty and
Ya take the gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master at any rap functions

Who said the Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain ass with a hanger
Didn't not tell 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 knuckle check on the of time
What? And I'll be more glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm niggas get the point
Cause they 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, flame on 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