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Fred: Who can be the boss? Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up, I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As re-enforcements for the fight And that alone with keep John Gotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Method Man - Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!) I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out Method Man: They call me big John stud My middle name mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood What up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club when this ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? Til it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises due I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! 3x Method Man: Headstrong, deadcon, Deadweight ya dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown? Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-g
