(Hi-hats syncopating) ♪ Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice ♪ ♪ Yo, so it's going down
like that, huh, yeah ♪ ♪ From the slums of Shaolin,
Wu-Tang Clan strikes again ♪ ♪ The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard ♪ ♪ Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef, ♪ ♪ U-God, Ghostface Killah
and the Method Man ♪ ♪ M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ Hey, you, get off my cloud ♪ ♪ You don't know me and
you don't know my style ♪ ♪ Who be getting flam
when they come to a jam ♪ ♪ Here I am, here I am, the Method Man ♪ ♪ Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
hey, the Method Man ♪ ♪ Don't eat Skippy, Jif, or Peter Pan ♪ ♪ Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter ♪ ♪ In fact, I snap back
like a rubber Band ♪ ♪ I be Sam, Sam-I-Am ♪ ♪ And I don't eat green eggs and ham ♪ ♪ Style'll hit ya, wham,
then (dog barking) ♪ ♪ You'll be like, oh (gunshot
firing) that's the jam ♪ ♪ Turn it up, now hear me get buck wild ♪ ♪ I'm about to blow,
light me up, light me up ♪ ♪ Upside, downside, inside and outside ♪ ♪ Hitting you from every
angle, there's no doubt ♪ ♪ I am the one and only Method Man ♪ ♪ The master of the plan, ♪ ♪ rapping (cash register
beeping) like Saran wrap ♪ ♪ With some of this and some of that ♪ ♪ Hold up, what, I thought
I saw a pussy cat ♪ ♪ Over there, but I
think he best to beware ♪ ♪ Of the diggy dog (coin
dropping) right here ♪ ♪ Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo ♪ ♪ Like Deck said, this
ain't your average flow ♪ ♪ Coming like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah ♪ ♪ Tell me, how you like
it so far, baby paw ♪ ♪ The poetry's in motion, coast to coast ♪ ♪ Rub it on your skin like lotion ♪ ♪ What's the commotion, oh, my Lord ♪ ♪ Another corn chopped
by the Wu-Tang sword ♪ ♪ Hey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert ♪ ♪ It's the Method Man,
ain't no if ands about it ♪ ♪ It's the Method ♪ ♪ All right, y'all, get your White Owls ♪ ♪ Get your Meth', get your skins ♪ ♪ Don't forget your 'orty ♪ ♪ And we gonna do it like this ♪ ♪ I got fat bags of skunk ♪ ♪ I got White Owl blunts ♪ ♪ And I'm about to go get lifted ♪ ♪ Yes, I'm about to go get lifted ♪ ♪ I got myself a Forty ♪ ♪ I got myself a shorty ♪ ♪ And I'm about to go and stick it ♪ ♪ Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh ♪ ♪ H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff ♪ ♪ Blow like snow when
the cold wind's blowing ♪ ♪ Zoom, I hit the mic like, boom ♪ ♪ Wrote a song about it, like
to hear it, here it goes ♪ ♪ Question, what exactly
is a panty raider ♪ ♪ Ill behavior, savior or major flavor ♪ ♪ All of the above, oh
yeah, plus seducer ♪ ♪ Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super ♪ ♪ Not an average Joe
with an average flow ♪ ♪ Doing average things with average hoes ♪ ♪ Yo, I'm super, I'll make
a (bell dinging) squirm ♪ ♪ For my super sperm, check it ♪ ♪ Check it, I give it
to you raw butt-naked ♪ ♪ I smell sess, pass the method ♪ ♪ Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic ♪ ♪ Missiles and shoot game like a pistol ♪ ♪ Clip is loaded when I click bang, bang ♪ ♪ A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain ♪ ♪ J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump ♪ ♪ Make girls rump like
pump and Humpty Hump ♪ ♪ Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me ♪ ♪ Child, the whole damn
isle is calling me ♪ ♪ P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R,
mad raw, I don't fry ♪ ♪ Meaning, no one can
burn or toss and turn me ♪ ♪ Ooh, I be the super sperm ♪ ♪ Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee ♪ ♪ Freak a flow and flow fancy-free ♪ ♪ Now, how many licks does it take ♪ ♪ For me to hit the Tootsie
Roll center of a break ♪ ♪ Peep and don't sleep, the
crew's mad deep, wu-Tang ♪ ♪ Fading (dog barking) like bleach ♪ ♪ So to each and every crew ♪ ♪ You're clear like glass,
I could see right through ♪ ♪ Your whole damn posse ♪ ♪ Be catching 'em all, 'cause you vic'd ♪ ♪ And you didn't have
friends to begin with ♪ ♪ I'm the M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ M-E-T-H-O-D Man ♪ ♪ Here I am, here I am, the Method Man ♪ ♪ Straight from the slums of Shaolin ♪ ♪ Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm ♪ ♪ Your soul have just been tooken ♪ ♪ Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid ♪ (upbeat hip-hop music) (Method Man smokes then coughs) (Music fades out)
