Method Man [explicit] Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what? 

(Torture nigga what?) 

What? 

I'll fuckin 

I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost 

with your ass cheeks spread out and shit 

Right? 

Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there 

for like a half hour 

Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like 

Tssssssss 

(Yeah, I'll fuckin 

Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser 

Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser 

And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat) 

Ooooohhhh 

(Whassup? BLAOWWW!!) 

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I'll fuckin 

I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth 

and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!! 

(I'll fuckin) 

(I'll fuckin 

I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick 

off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker) 

I'll fuckin 

I'll fuckin 

sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you 

and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you 

(Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice 

Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? 

Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid) 

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again 

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef 

U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man 

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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

Hey, you, get off my cloud 

You don't know me and you don't know my style 

Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? 

Here I am here I am, the Method Man 

Patty cake patty cake hey the method man 

Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan 

Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter 

In fact I snap back like a rubber 

band, I be Sam Sam I am 

And I dont eat green eggs and ham 

Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn 

You be like oh shit that's the jam 

Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild 

I'm about to blow light me up 

Upside downside inside and outside 

Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt 

I am, the one and only Method Man 

The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran 

Wrap, with some of this and some of that 

Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat 

Over there, but I think he best to beware 

Of the diggy dog shit right here 

Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo 

Like Deck said this aint your average flow 

Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah 

Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw 

The poetry's in motion coast to coast and 

Rub it on your skin like lotion 

What's the commotion, oh my lord 

Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword 

Hey hey hey like Fat Albert 

It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it 

It's the Method 

All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins 

Don't forget your fourty 

And we gonna do it like this 

I got, fat bags of skunk 

I got, White Owl blunts 

And I'm about to go get lifted 

Yes I'm about to go get lifted 

I got, myself a fourty 

I got, myself a shorty 

And I'm about to go and stick it 

Yes I'm about to go and stick it 

Uhh 

H-U-F-F huff and I puff 

Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin 

Zoom, I hit the mic like boom 

Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes 

Question what exactly is a panty raider 

Ill behaviour savior or major flavor 

All of the above oh yeah plus I do so 

Also flam I'm the man call me super 

Not an average Joe with an average flow 

Doing average things with average hoes 

Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm 

For my, Su-per Sperm (check it) 

Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked 

I smell sess pass the Method 

Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics 

Missles and shoot game like a pistol 

Clip is loaded when I click bang dang 

A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain 

J-U-M-P jump and I thump 

Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump 

Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me 

Child, the whole damn isle is callin me 

P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry 

Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me 

Ooh I be the super sperm 

Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie 

Freak a flow and flow fancy free 

Now how many licks does it take 

For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break 

Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang 

Fadin motherfuckers like bleach 

So to each and every crew 

You're clear like glass I can see right through 

You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd 

and ya didnt have friends to begin with 

I'm 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN 

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man 

Straight from the slums of Shaolin 

Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm 

(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) 

(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)