Biscuits

Yo mama don't wear no drawers! I saw her when she took them off! Standin' on the welfare line Eating 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 consenquences 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 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 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 any rap functions Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna 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, that ave Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas 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 --- Biscuits - Method Man