[Intro]

"Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert

There's not many, who can match up with him"

(He'll give you a heart condition

If you fuck around like that there

Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream

You know goddamn whatever and uhh

It's dumb and big—it's dumb and big)

Mira, Meth-Tical comin' through with the suu

(Lie in cut for y'all)

Check it out

[Verse 1]

Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please

I black that eye like peas, you better freeze

In your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) Killa Beez on your back

I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack

You want it all? Yeah, I want it all like that

I stab my own moms in the back for a stack

Niggas like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)

'Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat (Uhh)

Attitude's cold like the North polar cap

Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map (Is that so?)

A little buck wilding, Island called Stat

Where niggas carry gats in their Black Moon hat

Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap

And you's an unknown with a faulty contract

Wake up and smell the Metchod motherfucker contact

Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack

An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back

Shaolin Island, baby, where you at?

A runaway train that be running on your track

That's how it's goin' down, yeah, it's goin' down

[Chorus]

I gets my thang in action

To live, to love, to see, to learn

Yo! Tell 'em what's happenin!

[Break]

What's happenin'?

I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin'

Tell 'em what's happenin'

It's goin on out here - brothers ain't got no peers

And they smokin' funny - shut up yo' damn mouth!

[Verse 2]

I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws

Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score

Nuttin - 'cause you ain't got no points in this game, kid, you frontin'

I'm home run hitting, you be bunting

Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together

When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better

You want it? Whatever - I'll be the stormy weather

Rain comin' down, so weatherproof you're leather

Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it

I spark 'em like a match (ssskt)

Coming back it's the Metchod, say it louder, the Metchod

Man—clap your hands, now check it

See me in the mix, rollin' fat, bustin' flicks

While my physical brother came through and got me lift

Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye

The moment is fucking me up, killing my high

Nigga, get back, you pussy cat, I'm fearsome

Basically that, I'm all of that and then some

While I was out on tour, but went beserk

I heard you was at the sandbox and kicking dirt

All on my name but you can't pull my file

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

Coming out dere like dat dere, yeah

Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear

[Outro]

(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he know

Go on you bad motherfucker

See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite

Everybody needs to love Dolemite

I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite

Hey, how you doin', nigga, I know you

Knowin' I didn't when I did

Meth-Tical

Shit, I told the boy

If you can't get yourself a ten, the least you can do is spark five twos

And we out, Method)