Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Biscuits, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 15.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Biscuits |
| What? |
| What you want? |
| Represent represent represent |
| Yeah, represent, check it out check it out |
| Yo mama don’t wear no drawers! |
| I saw her when she took them off! |
| Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine |
| Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind |
| You can ask the bitch and she’ll tell ya fast |
| Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass |
| Verse One: |
| Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer? |
| I even tell ya momma you ain’t shit, motherfucker |
| Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it And rep-resent, it’s like heads up a brick, when I’m swing it Get lost, I break you off something |
| I’m pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and |
| You was nothin |
| Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin |
| Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and |
| Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin |
| Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken |
| Master disaster at enemy rap functions |
| Interlude: |
| Huh, just an echo |
| Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley |
| Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back |
| Sweet memories of you |
| And you can even ask your crew |
| Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast |
| Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass |
| Verse Two: |
| Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? |
| Was it you or your man? |
| You wanna point the finger, I’ll bring ya 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger |
| Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger |
| Didn’t momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger |
| Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler |
| Just recline, keep the Meth in mind |
| I’ll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time |
| What? |
| And I’ll be more than glad to bust that ass |
| All up and down the block, the street, the isle |
| Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint |
| Hey I’m Mo’Better, I’m hopin niggaz get the point |
| Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God |
| When I’m severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian |
| The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit |
| The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it off, flame on like the Human Torch |
| Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store |
| You can eat it all and it’ll tell ya fast |
| Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass |
| Outro: |
| 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize |
| Wu-Tang killer bee |
| The RZA and the Method MZA |
| Raider Ruckus, where you at? |