I used to get feels on a bitch   Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit   And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling   Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin'      Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out   Like Arnold wondered, "What you talkin 'bout Willis?"   The thrill is gone, the black Frank White   Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes      Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steel   I want the fuckin' fortune like the wheel   I squeeze gats till my clips is empty   Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with Biggie      Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit   Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit   It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja   Comin' where you rest at, surrender      Step inside the ring, you're 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, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all the yappin'   Actin' as if it can't happen   You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'   Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'      So what ya want nigga, ya want nigga   I got a six shooter and a horse named Trigger, it's real   Ninety four, rugged raw, kickin' down your god damn door   And it goes a little somethin' like this      Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit   And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it   Honey's shake your hips, ya don't stop   And nigga's pack the clips, keep on, bitch      Verse two, comin' with that Old E brew   Meth-tical, puttin' nigga's back in I.C.U   I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack ass crew   I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue      No question, I be comin' down and shit   Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get   And nigga's love it, not in the physical form but in the mental   I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle      Man, I'm a Method Man   Baby accept it, utmost respect it and   Assume the position, stop look and listen   I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch      Welcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in their placenta   Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor   But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads   I'm guaranteed another video      Ready to die, why I act that way?   Pop Duke left Mom Duke, the fagot took the back way   So instead of makin' ho's suck my dick up   I used to do stick up 'cause ho's is irritatin' like the hiccups      Excuse me, flows just grow through me   Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches   It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan   A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon and plus      I got more glocks and techs than you   I make it hot, nigga's won't even stand next to you   Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head   Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so      Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit   And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it   Honey's shake your hips, ya don't stop   And nigga's pack the clips, keep on      Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit   And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it   Honey's shake your hips, ya don't stop   And nigga's pack the clips, keep on, yeah   [Incomprehensible]