Yeahhh, 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
 Tssssssss

 [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]
 Ooooohhhh
 [Whassup? BLAOWWW!!]

 I'll fuckin
 I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
 and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
 [I'll fuckin]

 [I'll fuckin
 I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
 off a fuckin twelve sto-story building 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

 Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions)

 [Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
 Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
 Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid]

 From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
 The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
 U-God, 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

 Verse One:

 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
 Peanut butter, 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 (what?) 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 aint 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

 Break:

 All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, 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

 Verse Two:

 Uhh
 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
 Doing average things with average hoes
 Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm
 For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)
 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
 Meaning 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 didnt have friends to begin with
 I'm

 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

 Outro: RZA

 Straight from the slums of Shaolin
 Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm
 [Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid]

 *coughing*
 [Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace