[Intro Part One: Method Man (album version)]
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Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
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(Torture nigga what?)
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What?
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I'll fuckin
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I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
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with your ass cheeks spread out and shit
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Right?
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Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
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for like a half hour
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Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like
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Tssssssss
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Yeah, I'll fuckin
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Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser
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Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser
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And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat
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Ooooohhhh
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Whassup? BLAOWWW!!
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I'll fuckin
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I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
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and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
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I'll fuckin
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I'll fuckin
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I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
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off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker
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I'll fuckin
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I'll fuckin
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sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
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and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
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[Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions)]
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Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
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Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
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Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid
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From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
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The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
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U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
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M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
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[Verse One:]
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Hey, you, get off my cloud
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You don't know me and you don't know my style
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Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
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Here I am here I am, the Method Man
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Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
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Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
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Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter
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In fact I snap back like a rubber
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band, I be Sam Sam I am
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And I dont eat green eggs and ham
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Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
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You be like oh shit that's the jam
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Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
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I'm about to blow light me up
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Upside downside inside and outside
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Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
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I am, the one and only Method Man
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The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
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Wrap, with some of this and some of that
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Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
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Over there, but I think he best to beware
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Of the diggy dog shit right here
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Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
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Like Deck said this aint your average flow
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Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
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Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
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The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
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Rub it on your skin like lotion
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What's the commotion, oh my lord
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Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
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Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
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It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
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It's the Method
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[Break:]
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All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
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Don't forget your fourty
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And we gonna do it like this
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I got, fat bags of skunk
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I got, White Owl blunts
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And I'm about to go get lifted
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Yes I'm about to go get lifted
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I got, myself a fourty
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I got, myself a shorty
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And I'm about to go and stick it
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Yes I'm about to go and stick it
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[Verse Two:]
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Uhh
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H-U-F-F huff and I puff
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Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
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Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
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Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
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Question what exactly is a panty raider
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Ill behaviour savior or major flavor
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All of the above oh yeah plus I do so
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Also flam I'm the man call me super
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Not an average Joe with an average flow
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Doing average things with average hoes
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Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm
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For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)
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Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
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I smell sess pass the Method
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Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
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Missles and shoot game like a pistol
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Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
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A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
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J-U-M-P jump and I thump
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Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
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Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
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Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
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P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
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Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
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Ooh I be the super sperm
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Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
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Freak a flow and flow fancy free
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Now how many licks does it take
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For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break
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Peep and |