, toture Motherfuckin' torture Y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin' my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture
Lesson Torture (3X) Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture
Traduction: Method Man. La torture.
Torture (3X) Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture
enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr. Meth
the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar Yo, cold like the wind blow in the winter Make you remember the torture
Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho' [Chorus x2] [Kon Artis] See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke [Verse Four: Method Man
Killer 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 [Verse One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't
away His crimes unpunished He took them to the grave Their tortured souls are waiting Now they make him pay Exact their revenge Using methods that he
you'll get him to cry and wish to god he never had to endure the test of will the test of strength the chinese torture methods were all wrong and in
to breed my thoughts right All you people stand against me Your talk behind my back The threat of your hostility Induces my attack What the fuck should I do To make myself a man
' method That's the shit that made me tip When I wrote a pitch, how many leech it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill, poor pitch man Now Borne jungle
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke Verse Four: Method Man
'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho' [Chorus x2] [Kon Artis] See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he
icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Head banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man
the same approach and never once surprised me Ha, however how clever Niggas is fighting for mad cheddar Yo, cold like the wind blown in the winter Make you remember the torture
