Method Man

"Method Man" is the second single from critically acclaimed debut album by the Wu-Tang Clan Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). It was a solo track for the first successful solo star of the Wu-Tang Clan, Method Man. The song was chosen for The Source magazine 100 best rap singles. The refrain of the song (M-E-T-H-O-D) draws from the 1984 Hall & Oates hit "Method of Modern Love" from Big Bam Boom. It is featured on The RZA Hits compilation.

[Skit: Method Man & Raekwon] 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 tss 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? Blaow! 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' 12 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 Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggas is whylin', check it out, kid [Intro: GZA] 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 [Chorus: 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 1: Method 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 will 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 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 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 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 [Break: Method Man] All right, y'all, get your White Owls Get your meth, get your skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this [Bridge: Method Man] 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, uhh [Verse 2: Method Man] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin' Zoooom, 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 rumps 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 chiminy 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 can 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… [Chorus: Method Man] 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 [Outro: RZA, (Ghostface Killah) & 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