[Intro]

What? What you want?

Represent, represent, represent!

Yeah, represent, check it out, check it out

[Chorus]

Your mama don't wear no drawers!

I saw her when she took them off!

Standin' on the welfare line, eatin' swine

Tryna look fine with her stank behind

You can ask the bitch and she'll tell you fast

Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass

[Verse 1]

Are you ready to face the consequences and suffer?

I even tell your momma you ain't shit, motherfucker!

Bring it, and let that Killa Bee kid sting it

And represent, it's like heads up a brick when I swing it

Get lost, I break you off somethin'

I'm pumpin' like a Reebok with a pump

From the jump and you was nothin'

Bet you thought your fuckin' clan had your back, but they was frontin'

Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty sluts and

You just a Naked Gun without the bullet, what you bustin'?

Get your ship sunken, fuckin' with a Drunken

Master, disaster at any rap functions

[Chorus]

Just an echo, yoo-hoo!

We be livin' in the valley, yoo-hoo!

It may be difficult to bring back

Sweet memories of you

And you can even ask your crew

Bet your bottom dollar, let me tell you fast

Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass

[Verse 2]

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?

You wanna point the finger? I'll bring ya

36 Chambers, be out, you's in danger

Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger

Didn't momma tell you not to talk to a stranger?

Now you got your neck in the noose of the strangler

Just recline, keep the Meth in mind

I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time

What?! And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass

All up and down the block, the street, that Ave

Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint

Hey, I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the point

'Cause they could never stop the veteran, word to God

When I'm severin' the head of a mental vegetarian

The Method at the weed gate with a long line of credit

If you desire fire, I be the first to set it

Off, flame on like the Human Torch

Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store

You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast

Meth-Tical got style for your nasty ass

[Outro]

'94, baby, word up

Recognize, recognize

Wu-Tang Killa Bee

The RZA and the Method MZA

Raider Ruckus, where you at?