1,2 Uhh 1,1
  1,2 Uhh 1,1
    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
    Man
  Uhh, like that baby paw
  Uhh
    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 forty
  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 blow then
  Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
  Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it go
  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 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 fry
  Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
  Cuz, 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
    Yes I am
    [Verse Three:]
  Uhh, Uhh
  Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx
  Walk around town like your shit don't stink
  Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me
  Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me
  Nothing mental, just plain and simple
  Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple
  Come here kid, what, let me tell you something
  Your like change of a penny, nothing
  Wham, Oh shit, God Damn
  Skippy, hit me, man I get flam
  Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy
  Like a license check this be Audi
  Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum
  Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come
  Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up
  I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up
  Wu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack and
  Straight from Staten, silky like satin
  Used to break clicks with stones and sticks
  Nowadays we do it with the Macs and clips
  The Method, Man
  The Method, Man
  The Method, Man
  Yes I am, Yes I am
    M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
  M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
  M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
    Uhh, 92 for the Wu
  Now how brothers want it
  With salt or butter, motherfucker
    A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop