[sounds of fighting]
    "You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
  En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
  "I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"
    [Intro: Method (and others)]
    From the tip top?
  (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)
  Yup
  One two (no doubt, no doubt)
  One two one two
  Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)
  Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)
  Ah one two yo, check me out
    [Chorus:]
    What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
  Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
  What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical
  Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
    [Verse One:]
    Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
  Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
  I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show
  He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
  That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek
  I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
  and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
  In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
  It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
  Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly
  Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
  Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
  get severe on the double I harass it
  I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
  Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
  Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
  By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
  Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
    [Chorus]
    One two, uh, one two one two
  One two, uh, one two one two
  One two, uh, one two one two
  Check it out
    [Verse Two:]
    What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
  that we got is to stay high, no question
  Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
  When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
  Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that
  Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
  To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
  To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
  Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
  Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
  Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
  In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help
  I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
  God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs
  I be sprayin, brother with words
  Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM
    [Chorus]
    One two uh, one two one two
  One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
  (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)