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Lyrics for 'What The Blood Clot' by 'Method Man'
All I Hear Is Gun Shots. Can I Touch Something?
What The Blood Claat! Niggaz Want Tical, Make It Happen.
You Know My Fuckin' Style, Fuck The Rappin',
We Can Take It Back To Eighty-five If You Wanna Start Actin' Like You Live
It's All Good. I'm Rollin' With My Clique,
Owls, Packwoods & Phillies, Smokin' Sess Blunts, Mixed With Illy
Got Me Bustin', Now The Whole World Looks Dusted,
I'm In The Area With The Skill That Never Rusted.
For Real, Nigga, Touch It & You Burn, When Will Motherfuckers Learn
What Be Spreadin' Like A Germ? Ha Ha, It's Meth, Word.
I Be That Early Bird That Got The Worm & If You Check It
I'm On Point, Like A Fax Machine You Get The Message.
It Be No Question & Them Bust The Second Guessin's,
Keep Your Thoughts On Your Lessons. What The Blood Claat!
To Tell The Truth, You Don't Amaze Me. Killa Hill Project,
A Star Trek Phaser Couldn't Phase Me. What,
Check The Raderuckus Fuck This,
Smoke A Dutchmaster, Have 'em Screamin' For The Duchess
Yeah, I Gotta Have It, So I Strive To Stick My Piece
If I Don't Do It For Mydelf, I'm A Do It For Kase,
'cause That's My Peoples, I'm Giving You Injections That Be Lethal
Weapon, When Niggaz Start The Half Steppin',
Then I Get Evil. But Don't Let That Negative Vibe Right There
Mislead You, I'm Humble, A Fucking Killer Bee,
Far From Bumble. I Sting You Bzt And I Bring You
Thirty-six Chambers Of Head Banger, Bitch,
Why I Deal With? I Think The Mic Is On The Fritz.
Faggot Soundmen! They Be Sabotagin' Shit!
Look Up In The Sky, It's A Bird, It's A Plane...
Methical, Let The Whole World Know My Fuckin' Name.
What The Blood Claat!
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