Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what?
(Torture, nigga, what?)
What? I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right?

Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like

Yeah, I'll fuckin', yeah I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser
Just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat, ooh
(Whassup?)

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' pull your fuckin' tongue
Out your fuckin' mouth
And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off a fuckin' twelve sto story buildin'
Out this motherfucker

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' sew your asshole closed
And keep feedin' you and feedin' you
And feedin' you and feedin' you

Yo, roll the dice, man, roll the dice
Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh?
Yeah? Niggaz is [Incomprehensible]

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
Ugod, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man

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
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
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanutbutter, 'cuz I'm 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, that's the jam

Turn it up, now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt

I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan, wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap with some of this and some of that
Hold up, I tawt I tat I putty tat

Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay, yippy yah, yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't your average flow

Comin' like rah, ooh, ah, achie kah
Tell me, how ya like it so far, baby paw?
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion, what's the commotion

Oh, my Lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no 'if ands' about it
It's the Method

All right, y'all, get ya White Owls
Get ya math, get ya skins
Don't forget your fourty
And we gonna do it like this

I got fat bags of skunk
I got White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted

I got myself a fourty
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes, I'm about to go and stick it

Uh, H U F F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it, like to hear it, here it goes

Question, what exactly is a panty raider
Ill behaviour, savior or major flavor?
All of the above, oh, yeah, plus I do so
Also flam, I'm the man, call me super

Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doin' average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my super sperm

Check it, I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sess, pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missles and shoot game like a pistol

Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J U M P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump

Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
P A N T Y R A I D E R mad raw I don't cry
Meanin' no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh, I be the super sperm

Chim chimmeny, chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break

Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through

You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em
All 'cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends 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
M E T H O D Man

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa, B'z on a swarm
Your soul have just been taken
Through the thirty-six chambers of death, kid
Word to mother, Method Man signin' off