[Intro]
(Meth Tical...)
Fat dub sack!
Remix of "Method Man" for ya one time
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...) Yeahh!

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse 1]
Hey you get off my cloud
See me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha – Monk
On the hunt for Machine Gun Funk
I gets you open like a slug from the shotgun pump
Double-barrel – yeah, Meth bring it to 'em proper
Partna, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
Straight up, you movin' too fast, so baby, wait up
Took one, added seven more now you're eight up
Get on down wit' ya bad self – get on down!
Listen to thе sound, come on
Few can evеr get this ultimate legit
See you all up in my ass, but you don't know shit, uh-huh
What's your definition of a real emcee?
Someone true and dedicated? Hey, it must be me!
Meth-Tical – a rude descendant of the Loud Hip-Hop
I goes on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
Give me the green light, and the sign–one way
Have you had your meth today? Huh

[Bridge]
Move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on down, Meth Tical
Oh, I hope and pray, that I will
But today, I am still – just a...

[Chorus]
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!

[Verse 2]
Ohh, rappers can't get with the style, extra wicked
Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit
A tisket (a tasket) – I'm not tryin' to have it
Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they raggin'
Those who test it, respect it, the Method
You know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic – accept it
I break it down, I get down for my crown
Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
Tryin' to avoid the early bird, that's my word
Before I kick the bucket, I'm a kick 'em to the curb
Check out the cloud–smoked out from the mouth
Other brothers got mad fly, flew south for the (winter)
Hey, enter the square if you dare
Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare
I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair
To see the señorita, with flowers in her hair
And get mine, 'cause she love me long time
(Bartender, bring more wine!)
Get in line for the...
[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more
P.L.O. Style, 1993 to '94 – the rugged raw