Yeah, torture motherfucker, what, what. I'll ***, I'll *** tie you to a *** bedpost with your ass cheeks spread out and ***, right. Put a hanger on the *** stove and let that *** sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your ass slow like. Yeah, I'll ***, yeah I'll *** lay your nuts on a *** dresser, just your nuts laying on a *** dresser and bang them ***s with a spiked *** back. I'll ***, I'll *** pull your *** tongue out your *** mouth and stab the *** with a rusty screwdriver. I'll ***, I'll *** hang you by your *** dick off the *** 12 story building out this motherfucker. I'll ***, I'll *** sew your *** clothes and keep feeding you and feeding you and feeding you and feeding you. From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang clan strikes again. The RZA, the JZA, old dirty ***, inspective deck, Raekwon, the chef, U-Guard, ghost face killer, and the M.A.F.F.I.C.T. M-E-T-H-O-D man, M-E-T-H-O-D man, M-E-T-H-O-D man, M-E-T-H-O-D man, hey, you, get off my cloud, you don't know me and you don't know my style, we'll be getting blind when they come to a jam, here I am, here I am, the M.A.F.F.I.C.T. man, patty cake, patty cake, hey, the M.A.F.F.I.C.T. man, don't need a skimpy jet for people paying, peanut butter, cause I'm not butter, in fact, I snap back like a robot, man, I be Sam, Sam I am, and I don't eat green eggs and ham, that'll hit ya, when we got down, you'll be like, oh ***, that's the jam, turn it up, now hear me get up, w-w-wild, I'm about to blow, light me up, upside, downside, inside and outside, hitting you from every angle, there's no doubt, ah, I am, the one and only M.A.F.F.I.C.T. man, the master of the plan, rapping *** like Sharan, rap, with some of this and some of that, hold up, what, I thought I saw a pretty cat over there, but I think he raps to be rare, I'm the biggie dog ***, right there, hippie, yippie, yeah, dog, yo, like Dexentis, in your average flow, coming like, raw, woo, uh-huh, I'm Chico, tell me how you like it so far, baby boy, the poetry's in motion, coast to coasting, rub it on your skin like lotion, watch the commotion, oh my lord, another corn chop while the Wu-Tang's on, hey, hey, hey, M.A.F.F.I.C.T., it's the M.A.F.F.I.C.T. man, ain't no difference about it, it's the M.A.F.F.I.C.T., alright y'all, get your white house, get your M.A.F.F.I.C.T., get your skins, don't forget your audience, and we gonna do it like this, I got fat bags and skulls, I got white-out hoods, and I'm about to go get lifted, yes, I'm about to go get lifted, I got myself a 40, I got myself a shorty, and I'm about to go and stick it, yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh, ain't you out that park, and I pop flow like stone, when the cold winds blow, then zoom, I hit the runway, boom, told us all about it like the hair and hair and gowns, question, what exactly is a penny rater, real behavior, savior, or major flavor, all of the above, oh yeah, plus I do some, also flammable man, call me super, not an average joke, with an average flow, do an average thing, with average hope, yo, I'm super, I make a bitch squirm for my super, squirm, check it, check it, I give it to your raw butt naked, I smell *** past the method, let's get lifted as I keep on the stick, missiles that shoot game, like a pistol, clippers loaded, when I click, bang, bang, a Wu-Tang slump, it's a breeze, J-U-M-P jump, and I thump, met girls, works like pump, and humpty-hump, wow, Michelle in style is all of me, chow, the whole damn aisle is calling me, B-A-N-T-Y-R-A-R-P-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry, meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me, who I be, the super sperm, chim-chim-a-nee-chim-chim-cheree, freak-a-flow-in-flow, fancy freak, now how many legs does it take, for me to hit the tushy-bro-shinner of a break, beatin', don't sleep, the dudes madly Wu-Tang, hating motherfuckers like bleach, flow to each and every crow, you're clear like glass, I can see right through, your whole damn bros be catching, I'm all your bitches, you didn't have ones to begin with, I'm the M-E-T-H-O-D, man, M-E-T-H-O-D, man, M-E-T-H-O-D, man, here I am, here I am with the method, man, straight from the slums of Charleston, Wu-Tang killer bees wanna swarm us, we sure have just been tooken through the 36 chambers of death, kid, you're one of us in this, I know, peace.