Fred: Who can be the boss?
  Flick em to the cross
  Stranded in the land of the lost
  Standin on the sideways
  I'm blazin up the path
  Runnin on the highways of rap
  Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
  Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode
  Dashin all the meteor strikes
  Keep the media dykes
  As re-enforcements for the fight
  And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone
  Tangled on his own I got the bees on the track
  Where the fuck you at?
  (Method Man - Tical)
  Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now
  (Method Man - Shut the fuck up!)
  I'm workin on them social skills
  That keep my total bills over a million
  The last time I checked it
  Thank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it
  Wait until the second round and I'll knock him out
    Method Man: They call me big John stud
  My middle name mud
  Dirty water flow
  Too much for you thugs
  That can't stand the flood
  What up doc?
  Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd
  The sure shot
  Mr. Meth I'm unplugged
  (?)
  Temperature's too hot for sunblock
  Burn
  Playin with minds can get you state time
  Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind
  Killa bees in tha club when there's ladybug
  Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug
  Life is love all day till they both slug
  And take another life in cold blood
  Can't feel me?
  Cause it's your blood
  Murder is tremendous
  Crime is endless
  Same shit different day
  Father forgive us
  They know not what they do
  Our praises do
  I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo
    Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you
  Shut the fuck up!
  Come on a little louder
  Shut the fuck up!
  Everybody N 2 Gether now
  Shut the fuck up!
    Method Man: Headstrong, (don't know)
  Deadweight they dead wrong
  Let's get it on
  Twelve rounds of throwdown
  Who hold crown?
  Protect land with both (don't know)
  Limp Bizkit
  Get around like merry-go
  What's the scenario?
  Comin through your stereo
  Why risk it
  Lifestyle up the prolific and gifted
  Send you vitamins and minerals
  Delicious
  Word on the street is
  They bit my feces
  Knocked out their front teethes
  Tryin to taste mine
  Actin like they heard through the grapevine
  Dope fiendin for the baseline
  (don't know)
  Where you find that monster
  She beautiful
  Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit
  Roll on the check
  Kick a hole in the speaker
  Pull the plug and inject
    Fred: Mic check
  So what's it all about?
  Where we gonna run?
  Maybe we can meet up on the sun
  Discretion is advised
  For the blood of virgin eyes
  Limp on the track with Method
  So get the sunblock
  You get your one shot
  Until you dissolve
  I revolve around everything you got
  From outta nowhere prepare
  You'll be blinded by the glare
  I told you not to stare
  Now you're turned into stone
  Without a microphone
  But don't you forget you're in the zone
  (Method Man - So shut the fuck up!)
  And take that shit back
  Cause all your shit's whack
  (Method Man - (don't know)
  When it's way down like that
  Burnin up your brain like a piston
  So all those who didn't listen
  Never even knew what they were missin
  And never even knew that the sky was fallin down
  Wu-Tang Clan for the crown
    Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you
  Shut the fuck up!
  Come on a little louder
  Shut the fuck up!
  Everybody N2 Gether now
  Shut the fuck up!
    Method Man: It was over your head all day every day
  S-I-N-Y
  One Oh Three Oh Four
  Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp
  B-I-Z-K-I-T
  Gotta know the time
  Gotta know to rhyme
  It ain't easy bein breezy
  In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness
  We gone
  Peace