Man Method - Biscuits Lyrics

Intro:



What? What you want?

Represent represent represent

Yeah, represent, check it out check it out



Yo mama don't wear no drawers!

I saw her when she took them off!

Standin on the welfare line, eatin 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



Verse One:



Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?

I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherf*cker

Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it

And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm 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 f*ckin clan had ya f*ckin back but they was frontin

Smokin dirt blunts and f*ckin nasty stunts and

Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin

Get ya ship sunken, f*ckin with a drunken

Master disaster at enemy rap functions



Interlude:



Huh, just an echo

Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley

Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back

Sweet memories of you

And you can even ask your crew

Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast

Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass



Verse Two:



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, the isle

Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint

Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point

Cause they coul 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



Outro:



94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize

Wu-Tang killer bee

The RZA and the Method MZA



Raider Ruckus, where you at