(Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs)
(Call us gorillas in the myst)
(Raunchy vocalist)
Your code name
(Doc)
(Whats yo' name)
Hot Nix
Who them slick kids
puffin that shit holdin
they dicks
(Yo them same two drivin yo
whip fuckin yo bitch)
Hold me down son
(Yo, I hold you down with the pound)
You got a lot of buiscits
(Ayo but where they at now?)
Diggy down yo we resevior
dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the
kitten, lickin it now-now
(Yo we bring the beef to
you, infest it with the
mad cow)
Disease
(We set to load)
Cock and squeeze
(Booya!)
We too hard to hold off
(One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov)
When i dip dip dappa (dappa)
The anti-socializa (liza)
Everything be ice cream from _?_
(We rock ya, knock ya
fuckin whole team off the
roster)
(Starting lineup, Iron Lung)
The funk docta
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh)
The night breed (vampire!)
Duckin from the head rushin (uh)
Wu Tang production
Precussions bringin reprecussions
I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin)
Another one bites the dust and
Cardiac arrest
Clutchin your chest
suckin your last breath
In awe, period meth
Nigga,
dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death
Down these mean streets
johnny quest (uh)
From ASCAP to NASDAQ
Get that money sack (uh)
These habitats aint no
place to raise family at
(family at)
These alley cats be at war
with these dirty rats
So watch you back when
you come to the slum
There aint nowhere to run from
the iron lizard lung
Blazes on stunts
I be dippin in the sun
My plates bear no one
My uzi weighs a ton
(Word up)
[Verse 3: Redman]
Pon Cocked
The don juan doc
Send crews back to the shoe shine box
Connect the dots
My description
Black mel
Yellow da mellow
I make it hard for mc's to
run neck and elbow
With d-o
Penal code
We both to duck when he hear the bike
Wit the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my
slang and use my rhymes to
toggle
I'm tense, so smooth i
cant be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion
Yo fuck your appluad
Bitches still rush me like
they rushed the store
Before the soul train award
Incorporate a law
Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped
By jamal with the wu sword (whoo-ee!)
My crew specializin
Snakin yo bitch
Robbin you while you on the floor
Shakin your shit
I'm doin me now i'll do you
(Yo who you?)
Doc
I bomb shit through the
conflicts crucial
I be da black el nino
I mean yo
I'm supreme like the team show
With the pay to cream fo
(To see you sit down?)
Yo, na we get the fuck up
(And leave the one you wit)
Then take off of usher
Thats right, six double oh
with chrome pipes
U.S. marshals out to pen
us up like Snipes
(Throw it in drive)
Fuck takin me and meth alive!
(Yo, you look that-a-way)
You look out the other side!
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