America's Most

Yo, welcome This is MC sharper image I'm standing here with my dog technology And we are here to uplift you mind And upgrade your systems So come on down everyone that wants to get some Plug in and boot, and boot [Method Man] Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass I've come to eat grub and slap ass And show my whole entire black ass Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba" Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba" Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's How many different conclusions to come to And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard With a total disregard for whole entourage Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song And hope you don't get clap upon Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order [Redman] Do I get brollic Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage Skip college for the big wallet The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product My draft is cold like miller beer When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer The red nigga here, and its out of control Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong Gangsta bomb, hold your nose At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire (Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch [Hook] (with America's' most after the end of each line) Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that Beback , that what it all about now ,be that We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin) Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that Beback , that what it all about now ,be that Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin) [Method Man] I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life Trust my niggas, sometimes for I trust my wife Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic With your guns in your left hand Not bustin' it right Ain't no I in the team Ain't no eyen' my cream I'm a semi-auto, clean Rapid-fire machine Cocky, six foot three with knock knees Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese [Redman] Yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it When the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it We both want it, the Trackmasters Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average With the same size wheels that on a horse carriage Up in the air , spot my dudes Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew [Hook] - repeat 2X