K-POP Lyrics Song

Method ManBiscuits

What? What you want?
Represent, represent, represent
Yeah, represent check it out check it out

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

Are you ready to face the consequences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it

Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was nothin'
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan had ya fuckin' back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions

Huh, just an echo
Yoo-hoo ripin'-ripin', in the valley
Yoo-hoo ripin'-ripin', so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew

Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass
Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You want to point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger

Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya 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, the isle

Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggaz 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 weekend, with a whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, 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 ya fast
Meth-Tical got style for ya nasty ass

94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu-Tang killer bee
The RZA and the Method MZA

Raider Ruckus, where you at?

What? What you want?
Represent, represent, represent
Yeah, represent check it out check it out

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

Are you ready to face the consequences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it

Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was nothin'
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan had ya fuckin' back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions

Huh, just an echo
Yoo-hoo ripin'-ripin', in the valley
Yoo-hoo ripin'-ripin', so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew

Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass
Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You want to point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger

Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya 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, the isle

Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggaz 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 weekend, with a whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, 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 ya fast
Meth-Tical got style for ya nasty ass

94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu-Tang killer bee
The RZA and the Method MZA

Raider Ruckus, where you at?

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