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

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I even ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I 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 clan had ya back but they was frontin'
dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master at any rap functions

Who the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
momma 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 check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the
Cause they could never, 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 like the Torch
Fantastic Four for all the in the store
You can eat it all and it'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass