Method Man Songtext
von Wu‐Tang Clan

Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice
Yo, so it′s goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?
Niggas is wildin′, 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, Ghostface Killah 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
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter ′cause I'm not butter
In fact, I snap back like a rubber


Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am
And I don′t eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You′ll be like, "Oh shit, that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up (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, rappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a 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 you 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


Alright, y′all, get your White Owls
Get your Meth′, get your skins
Don't forget your ′orty
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 Forty
And 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 behavior, savior or major flavor
All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
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)
Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
I smell sess, pass the method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol

Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump
Wild, 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
Ooh, I be the super sperm

Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee
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 crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)
Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You′re clear like glass, I could see right through
Your whole damn posse be catchin′ 'em all, ′cause you vic'd
And you 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
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
Your soul have just been tooken
Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
Word to mother, Method Man signin′ off, peace