text: All its takin
  Is some marijuana and Im makin
  MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
  Back spins to windmills. Whos still the gin drinker?
  Ill thinker explodin when the paper hits the ink
  Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6-
  The holocaust, BIG the merciless
  Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes
  Im giving young minds statutory rape
  Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right?
  You didnt know the extra clips on my hip
  You dont want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-
  Dont tempt me, you dont wanna fuck with M-E
  Here I am, Ill be damned if this aint some shit
  Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
  Its the low killer death trap, yes Im a jet black ninja
  Comin where you rest at, surrender
  Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
  Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
  Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and
  From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
  Hey, Ill be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
  Actin as if it cant happen
  You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
  Yo Im from Shaolin, Island, and aint afraid to bust somethin
  So what cha want nigga, ya wont nigga
  I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
  Its real, ninety-four, rugged raw
  Kickin down your god damn door 
  Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
  And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
  , ya dont stop
  , keep on
  Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
  Meth-tical, puttin niggas back in I.C.U
  Im lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew
  I got connections, Ill get that ass stuck like glue, huh
  No question, I be comin down and shit
  Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
  And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
  I spark and they cells get warm
  Im not a gentle, man, Im a Method, Man!
  Baby accept it, utmost respect it and
   Stop look and listen
  I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
  Bitch
  Welcome to my center
  Honeys feel it deep in they placenta
  Cold as the pole in the winter
  Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at
  Now starts the cardiac arrest Wheres your vest?
  You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped
  Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin
  Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out
  Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out
  Niggas wanna do me slugs just run through me
  Like trees to branches
  Cliffs to avalanches
  Its the praying mantis
  Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
  A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus
  I make it hot 
  Nigga touch me you better bust me
  Tree times in the head
  Or motherfuckers dead, ya thought so
  Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
  And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
  , ya dont stop
  , keep on
  Motherfucker uh
  Fuck the world, dont ask me for shit
  And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
  , ya dont stop
  , keep on