[Intro: Method Man, Vinnie Paz]
Vinnie Paz
Mr. Meth
Shoutout to Hayman and the OG Mr. Wall
Ticalian Stallion, Staten Island
Wu-Tang forever
Philly in here
Any day, you heard?
Wu-Tang forever
This what I do in my sleep man
Official Pistol and all that
Go, go, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Method Man]
I say, "Lights, camera, action" and back to clean up they act again
Cashin' in, kinda like Apple Pay, they tappin' in
It take two, you not Rob Base, clown, you cappin' it
Roger that, I'm in Rob's place now, what's happenin'?
Staten in the buildin', ain't no accident
We might take a knee, amen, Kaepernick
I'm dope but I ain't traffickin'
Nah, ain't no comparison
Babblin' rappers imaginin' they battlin' Eminem usin' them bars, embarassin'
Everytime I ate I turn my passion into passionatе
You hazardous and half of my Mobb Deep ain't having it
Master this music, I ain't Harriet
But still I took the undеrground road with no swing loose from chariots
I'm so amazing I've graced many occasions
Got these carats like Holy Potato Salad and raisins
A foul taste in your mouth, my foul's flagrant
I blow a smoke cloud in your face, a foul fragrance
[Chorus: Scratches]
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
Speakin' [?] and [?], smokin' blunts and sex
And all my [?], packin' Glocks and packin' TECs
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
Speakin' [?] and [?], smokin' blunts and sex
And all my [?], packin' Glocks and packin' TECs

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, I will torture like Rebenga
The forty-five with me like we Cory and Topanga
Side pop a robber and the shorty speakin' Bangla (What she sayin'?)
Muhfucka goofy and I thought he was a manga (Fuckin' goofball!)
Magazines that contain .80s (Brr!)
Muhfuckas really is goofy but play crazy (Fuckin' dickhead!)
I kill at will, you can't fade me
Shots fire at you, I slap you like Wayne Brady
That's a shotty and it's many more (It's more)
A golden key can open any door (Yeah)
Broken-ass woofer and a speaker (Crackhead)
Tambourine man, and he cookin' in the beaker (Cookin')
The temperature high and it's too humid (It's too hot out here)
I don't like the way that you talkin', you move stupid (Stupid!)
The .38 holdin' five in it (Five in it!)
You made your bed you gotta lie in it
[Chorus: Scratches]
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
Speakin' [?] and [?], smokin' blunts and sex
And all my [?], packin' Glocks and packin' TECs
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage
Speakin' [?] and [?], smokin' blunts and sex
And all my [?], packin' Glocks and packin' TECs

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Chinaski Black
Stallone, salute 'em
Wu-Tang forever
Mr. Meth
Ticalian Stallion and all that
Staten Island
Pistolvania
You fuckin' goofballs
Fuck outta here