Empty a clip to ease my pain. All I have is hate for everything. I'll clinch my fist if you insist. Show you every reason I exist. So what, so what the
Fuck you! 3,2,1 your time is up. Shit out of luck too fucked to think to duck. You're lookin for me? Well, I'm huntin for you. I'm ready to handle some
You can't accept me for who i am I try so hard to get you to understand I don't know if can take this pain anymore cuz my hearts been torn what did i
I've got this locked in my head. You want to see me dead. You'd rather push me aside. Than deal with my sickness inside. You all hope that I'll fade
I got this locked inside my wicked head You fuck with me you just might end up dead There's something beautiful and crazy inside yourself But you still
enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr. Meth
from King Selassie I!!) [Outro: Method Man] Now, owwww, everybody Get in where you fit in For nine-five, the nine-nickel Cold as an icicle, Method Man
money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler Gold realin', Meth
: (feat. Raekwon, Sun God, Trife da God, Method Man, Cappadonna) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo [Ghostface Killah
: (feat. Method Man, Streetlife) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From
: (feat. Street, Method Man) [Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From
: * send corrections to the typist [Intro: Method Man + Chinky] Uh huh...no ID It's another one right here... I love women Know why [why nigga?]...
returned Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again) It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo.. [Streetlife] (Method Man) Street, Meth
of "WWF Aggression" [Method Man] Ah-ahhowwwwwwwwww! We are... here... to lay this boy... to rest... And so shall you... be put, to death... [Method
: {intro, some lady, whatEVA} {Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates} [Method Man] Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works Somethin gotta
Better do what Alvin Ailey do and stay up on your toes Got the dueces and the dres click clackin in the paint A hard method of surival try to shake it
don't listen to rap cause it's the evil music of today But I really fell in love with the sound that was comin out from the eatscoast So we got it twist
you'll never knooow") Soo-oooooo, don't sleep; ock I rock phonics that got you holdin my dick like your name was Lorena Bobbit [Method Man] "You don'