I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my metal's based on instrumental

Record hey, so I can write monumental

Methods, I'm not the king

But niggas is decay I stick 'em for the cream

Check it, just how deep can shit get

Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it

In your cross color, clothes you've crossed over

Then got totally crossed out and Kris Cross

Who the boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side

And I'm the dark side of the force

Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu Tang Clan

I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece protect it

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus

Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it, styles I gets buck wild

Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files

I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy

Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really real son

Let me know it's real son, if it's really real

Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one

Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

And when I was a lil' stereo

(Stereo)

I listened to some champion

(Champion)

I always wondered

(Wondered)

Will now I be the numba' one?

(Yo)

Now you listen to the Gorgon

(Gorgon)

And the Gorgon summary

(Yo)

And any man that come test me

(Test me)

Me wanna lick out them brains

(It's that why)