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guillotine - method man lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah
music rock
let’s get it, mmm*hmm
yo

[verse 1]
stop playing, y’all know i murder these bars
lying, where you stand right here, purgery charge
they sleeping on me, king, don’t really care what it’s called
when you woke up with the ring and see a courtesy call
don’t know who got a condom but this certainly raw
and i ain’t got a problem but i’m certainly yours
see, i ain’t perfect, but i am perfectly flawed
and, boy, do i deliver, the summer turning me raw
who next, baby? either pick the ball or the soil
you know, chick international, i just call her a broad
i rap in all capitals, more than half of these rappers do
if you a half*rapper, then you the rapper i’m rapping to
wrapping you like package, if you ain’t packing they packing you
it just so happens you’ll be the rapper in habit 2
son, i’m still park hill labral
whoever stole my pack of nine*one, i’m still mad at you
[chorus]
uh, but am i preaching to the choir?
then blow a kim cloud like you speaking to the sky
hold it like a grudge ’til you’re bleeding from the eye
wings up, move forever, i believe that i can fly

[verse 2]
from the top, my dogs and your dogs on the ground
catch a round or catch a straight dog from the pound
if this is game of thrones, i ain’t fall from the crown
and if this is a lot, y’all ain’t fall from a clown
i fall off this nothing, i ain’t far from the ground
rappers open .16s and that ain’t far from the browns
they’ll lay your game, your whole squad out of balance
i’m too dirty to be washed up but y’all watered down
i don’t floss much, no, but i can c*e*o
so i bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost
cut a1 with the sauce up in beef, ever since i gave the pork off the heat
put the medal to your t**th, y’all done forked up, nice, another one to chore
caviar cut, christ, know y’all dont want a cross
that’s because, just because this is torture, extorting
your inscorture, but rappers tryna tell me if it tort you
huh, meth get ugly but he gorgeous
and get to this money, daddy warbucks
take his month, day over, pull the drugs up
a cigar got us all up in the club playing “squad up”
[chorus]
uh, but am i preaching to the choir?
then blow a kim cloud like you speaking to the sky
hold it like a grudge ’til you’re bleeding from the eye
wings up, move forever, i believe that i can fly

- method man lyrics

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