Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man Lyrics (2024)

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1,2 Uhh 1,11,2 Uhh 1,1M-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANHey, you, get off my cloudYou don't know me and you don't know my styleWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?Here I am here I am, the Method ManPatty cake patty cake hey the method manDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter PanPeanut butter, 'cause I'm not butterIn fact I snap back like a rubberband, I be Sam, Sam I amAnd I don't eat green eggs and hamStyle will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh sh*t that's the jamTurn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wildI'm about to blow light me upUpside downside inside and outsideHittin' you from every angle there's no doubtI am, the one and only Method ManThe master of the plan wrappin sh*t like SaranWrap, with some of this and some of thatHold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tatOver there, but I think he best to bewareOf the diggy dog sh*t right hereYippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yoLike Deck said this ain't your average flowComin' like rah ooh ah achie kahTell me how ya like it so far baby pawThe poetry's in motion coast to coast andRub it on your skin like lotionWhat's the commotion, oh my lordAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang swordHey hey hey like Fat AlbertIt's the Method Man ain't no if ands about itIt's the MethodManUhh, like that baby pawUhhI got, fat bags of skunkI got, White Owl bluntsAnd I'm about to go get liftedYes I'm about to go get liftedI got, myself a fortyI got, myself a shortyAnd I'm about to go and stick itYes I'm about to go and stick itUhhH-you-F-F huff and I puffBlow like snow when the cold wind blow thenZoom, I hit the mic like boomWrote a song about it like to hear it here it goQuestion what exactly is a panty raiderIll behavior savior or major flavorAll of the above oh yeah plus I do soAlso flam I'm the man call me superNot an average Joe with an average flowDoing average things with average hoesYo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirmFor my, Su-per SpermCheck it I give it to ya raw butt nakedI smell sess pass the MethodLet's get lifted as I kick ballisticsMissiles and shoot game like a pistolClip is loaded when I click bang dangA Wu-Tang slug hits your brainJ-you-M-P jump and I thumpMake girls rumps like pump and Humpty HumpWow, the Shaolin style is all in meChild, the whole damn isle is callin meP-A-N-T-why-are-A-I-D-E-are mad raw I don't fryMeaning no one can burn or toss and turn me'Cause, Ooh I be the super spermChim chimmeny chim chim cherieFreak a flow and flow fancy freeNow how many licks does it takeFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a breakPeep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-TangFadin motherf*ckers like bleachSo to each and every crewYou're clear like glass I can see right throughYou're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'dAnd ya didn't have friends to begin withI'mM-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANYes I amUhh, UhhRappers crossing over to that R&B jinxWalk around town like your sh*t don't stinkTake it from me, hey G, you don't amaze meShot me at point blank range but only grazed meNothing mental, just plain and simpleLyrics you bust couldn't bust a f*cking pimpleCome here kid, what, let me tell you somethingYour like change of a penny, nothingWham, Oh sh*t, God DamnSkippy, hit me, man I get flamBetter yet hectic, wreck sh*t, I'm rowdyLike a license check this be AudiTippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tumDirect from the Shaolin Slum, here I comeStraight from the top, the co*ck, yo I'm fed upI put it in your ear and f*ck your whole head upWu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack andStraight from Staten, silky like satinUsed to break clicks with stones and sticksNowadays we do it with the Macs and clipsThe Method, ManThe Method, ManThe Method, ManYes I am, Yes I amM-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANM-E-T, H-O-D, MANUhh, 92 for the WuNow how brothers want itWith salt or butter, motherf*ckerA doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop

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Written by: Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Roger Troutman

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