Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons
[Method Man] It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. [Xzibit] When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now,
down it's gonna be a mad one If you feel like you deserve a night off come with DAP's Cause it's gonna be a mad one Belive were gonna have some mad fun
. i swear down its gonna be a mad one if u feel like u deserve a night off come with DAP's coz its gonna be a mad one belive were gonna have some mad
out and the man dem was a part of it Music game's fucked up, it's nutin' like we thought of it Messed up, it's all a bit, mad, I'm trying to work with
'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9- ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde 'Bis c'mon answer me man respond! Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars
to eat a steak, with a big old table spoon You got me chasin' rabbits, walkin' on my hands and howlin' at the moon Well sugar I took one look at you, and it almost drove me mad
dumb im tryna grow smarter. Mad dah my girl tell her bro friends what I bought her. But her skin so soft man I think she Carol's daughter. Garden of
No cars unless the B M T own 'em Crook-town bounce streets delph to south bar on a I drape soul hearts, I make soul darts Cover mad areas in my crepe
you lost that magic Without understanding that you never had it try to grab it In the bed can't get a nut off, communication cut off Getting mad, 'cause
beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands Get em high All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man
I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper
cause from handstand Dime in the jukebox, '65 Mustang Pepsi Cola, palm tress, The Fonz Mad stab with bayonet, girls spin baton Three com platoon, full moon
your hand While I get a hand job from Andromeda S&M rocks the spot without a doubt S&M rocks the spot get taken out [Mad Child] Divine vessel of
we die of another man's ignorance Remember lord, they ain't innocent Before they acted nigger-ish, tasted hell bitterness Swallow my tongue, like a liquorice Though, runnin through his naked wilderness Mad
Your first time ever losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death, one more memory left, The only one that's obsolete was your first breath, One moon
out of sight, it's out of sight It's out of sight, it's out of sight Gone, it's gone I'll take you out to see the place Where man and moon have a smilin