May day, may day
I need you to turn this thing up
Turn, turn, turn this thing up
And make noise, Mr. Meth, Kwamй
Let's go, what we about to do right now is
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Time to lose it, ya'll and do it to the music, just)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Ain't nothing to it, if you put your back on 'em and)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(It's the M-E-T-H, yes I O.D. it, get you high
If you light it, let me hear ya'll O.D.)
Ok, let's get it on, who wanna get it on?
Let it pop like perignon, who wanna get it on?
Get right, don't get wrong, got it? Now get gone
Any dog try'nna shit on my lawn, get shit upon
Can you smell the herb smoke in my clothes, I'm a jerk and it shows
Chicks be dancing like they working the pole
Back to Meth Man, I'm hurting them though
Fuck a knock, I burst in the though
You want it? I'm the person to know
Let muthafuckas take it personal
Cuz half this industry suck dick, or hope to be the first to blow
Man, I'm Witty Unpredictable, on any track I rule
It don't be hard for me to act a fool, and just
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Time to lose it, ya'll and do it to the music, just)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Ain't nothing to it, if you put your back on 'em and)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(It's the M-E-T-H, yes I O.D. it, get you high
If you light it, let me hear ya'll O.D.)
My nigga roll with it, flow with it, push the six-four wit it
Low-low kit it, wood finish, hood menace, yo
Blow with it, blow with it, see that dough, go get it
What I do with the dough, ain't none of your business
Yo, who spit when he talking in tongues, you'll be amazed how often it come
That piff got me coughing up lungs
I'm try'nna get bread, ya'll offering crumbs
Like ya'll ain't try'nna see Meth licking his thumb, while he sorting his ones, trick
Flow bout as hot as the sun get, my blunt lit
And I don't hit the track, I run shit, I'm slum bitch
Fuck ya'll, never did trust ya'll, back
Ready to bust off, kicking that dust off, you know I just
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Time to lose it, ya'll and do it to the music, just)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Ain't nothing to it, if you put your back on 'em and)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(It's the M-E-T-H, yes I O.D. it, get you high
If you light it, let me hear ya'll O.D.)
I'm an equal oppurtunity, ass kicker
These ass licking, brown nosing rappers is ass kissers
Who need that cash quicker than a slip in these glass slippers
Then pass liquor til he pass out, I'm that nigga
Mami got that hourglass figure, who back bigger than crack
Mr. Meth, ain't know I did it like that, did ya?
If the track is iller than the rap, realer, Meth in fact
Still a Wu Killa Bee, slash killa
Now that we're acquinted, I might just spit I'm nice and shit
If that's a muthafucka, life's a bitch, ain't it?
Young black and dangerous, my tongue double edged, I spit bangers
That leave you on the edge of your seat like cliffhangers, and I
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Time to lose it, ya'll and do it to the music, just)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(Ain't nothing to it, if you put your back on 'em and)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it)
O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em, O.D. on 'em
(It's the M-E-T-H, yes I O.D. it, get you high
If you light it, let me hear ya'll O.D.)
compositores: John Thomas Hartman, Michael Hossack, Pat Simmons, Tiran C. Porter, Tom Johnston
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