[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Meth-Tical, 118, am I right?

Sandman 118, this goes to my man big Carlton Fisk

Fiskus, what the deal son?

Comin' through with the gun, gallion, ahh it's a Stallion

Hang like gold medallions, check it out

[Verse]

Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it

Make that loot black man and stay focused

Whoever thought that nigga Tical could bring the dope shit

Clog up the arteries quick with overdosage

Lethal injected poem be in the zone

Find me a spot in the shade and call it home

Recline, let a nigga drink wine and get a Jones

Mad Max, the minimalist shot by Terrordomе

In half with a logical staff, the aftermath

A bloodbath, verbal assault, I'm in that ass now

How could a rappеr get down if he can't get up

Taught in the darkness, yeah I light your shit up

Calgon, oh my god the Black Stallion

Comin' to your house in the projects, represent

And I eject lyrics from my mouthpiece, check

The style, ooh yeah, across the Verrazzano

Shaolin what, the Isle, yeah

Park Hill Avenue, big up the crew

W to the U-Tang, 36 Chambers Of Death

Check the Meth-Man, oh my god oh my god the...

Hooked on the chronic, fuck the phonics electronics

Got me goin' through it, can't do it and just screw it

Baby, F-U it, stay true to it, uh

My life, that's my culture, I self Lord and Master

The disaster comin' faster, aftermather

The blaster, lyrics Shasta, hehehe, ha-ha

Passed ya, so the stone, the bone

Meth-Tical off on his own, like Patti LaBelle

I might rock bells like I was LL, ha!

But you can't see that or smell

Any type of lyric I tell like AT&T

Check me, the M-E-T-H-O-D M-A-N

Oh my god the black skin, grafted

What the devil, the lowest level

Give him his own shovel, to dig his own grave

He's the mental slave and I'm my death

To this shit, never have to step

Meth-Tical rip sharp as the meth

Southpaw on your left, not a breath

But I'ma come once again, I choose the gum

No the swine, the gum base, the dextrose on our mind

Ahh pork on the fork, better check the rugged New York styles

From the Meth-Tical, oh my god

You better check the large squad

Comin' from the uh, hard type of struggles

Niggas better bubble for they mentals and get they hustle

If they got to, flex they muscle

Fuckin' round with Russell Simmons at the Def Jam

Swimmin' with the fine women, hehe, you know my stee'

The beat's goin' please, now I'm out

Ha, you know the routine, Sandman, the 118, huh