M-e-t-h-o-d is wut they call me when im rollin thru the hood
be careful before i stick a pistil up that shit and make u shut up for good. Im only 14 but my mind is older and when i hear them shots my heart turns colder. you put ya crew against mine, i guarantee it- it'll be ya very last time breathin. you runnin away just like u swim- with a breast-stroke. wut a pussy ya are, cant handle the courvousier so u intakin more coke. ill give ya enuff shots to share, send ya to hell, where the imagery of ya mom comes back bout her givin head without a care. look u dont gotta beg me for mercy, its just the Jesus Christ was the first, see? look i give u the count of three to evacuate. wah? thats not enuff for ya running? oh well bitch, die, its time fo gunnin

-tell me wutcha think peepz