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Method Man - Biscuit - текст песни, видео

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Method Man - Biscuit - текст песни, видео

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What? What you want? 
Represent represent represent 
Yeah, represent, check it out check it out 

Yo mama don't wear no drawers! 
I saw her when she took them off! 
Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine 
Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind 
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast 
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass 

Verse One: 

Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer? 
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker 
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it 
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it 
Get lost, I break you off something 
I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and 
You was nothin 
Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin 
Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and 
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin 
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken 
Master disaster at enemy rap functions 

Interlude: 

Huh, just an echo 
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley 
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back 
Sweet memories of you 
And you can even ask your crew 
Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast 
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass 

Verse Two: 

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? 
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya 
36 chambers, be out, youze in danger 
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger 
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger 
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler 
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind 
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time 
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass 
All up and down the block, the street, the isle 
Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint 
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point 
Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God 
When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian 
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit 
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it 
off, flame on like the Human Torch 
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store 
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast 
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass 

Outro: 

94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize 
Wu-Tang killer bee 
The RZA and the Method MZA 

Raider Ruckus, where you at?
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