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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 dont know me and you dont know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Dont eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz Im not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit thats the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
Im about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle theres no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man