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Blackout - Method Man
Written by：Clifford Smith/R. Noble/Erick Sermon/Ronald Miller/Mark Morales/Kurt Walker/William Waring/Damon Wimbley
Yo yo yo yo it's funk Doc where da w**d at b**ch
I speed backwards down a one way from cops see that sh*t
Believe that sh*t slaughter straight to camcorder
I'm too hot for TV rap draw water
My windpipe's attached to project boilers
You yell turn the heat down
My voice DVD round sound so I'm heard round town
And chances of y'all leavin' round now
Wait later will make front page paper
Date raper with juvenile eighth graders
Hit the high school and 187 caesar

When I bust y'all need to back fo' acres
Doc y'all and that's my man jabberjaw
The shitlist ready who next to scratch off
I'm from the underground my sound lift
Platform shoes to b**ches fo' hundred pounds
Get up stand up back up push up
Jump up act up to make y'all feel it
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Yo' blackout shoot out smoked out move out
Even knock your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
And I'm the street talking dog walking
Approach me with extreme caution oh now you forcing
My hand to rock yo' cradle often I'm hot scorching
But stone cold like Steve Austin
If you smell what tical cooking
Ain't trying to see central booking
So tell ya goon stop looking
Know what you did last summer so I started hooking
You past shooken off an open can of a** whooping
Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's little shop of horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor
You know tha saga marijuana blunts and goldschlager
With deadly medley y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't even bother the radio for back up alright then
Your man got slapped up extorted for his ice an'
Street life is trifling body over here

Don't make me pull a tyson and bite a ni**a ear
Precise an' slicing jugulars the cut throat
Ruggeder predator viking et cetera

People's champ niggas be taking on competitors
Reachin for the microphone relax and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb the children of the corn
That don't got a clue prepare for desert storm
Get up stand up back up push up
Jump up act up to make y'all feel it
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Yo' blackout shoot out smoked out move out
Even knock your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
I scored 11 on my SAT
And still push a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla big dog if my name get called
I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws

Spit poison got a gun permit draw
Gun down at sundown you keep score

This training course and y'all ain't fit
On my crew tombstone put we all ain't sh*t
Yo all you gonnabe wannabe when will you learn
Wanna be Doc and Meth gotta wait your turn
I spit a 41 revolver on new year's eve
With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's
The most slept on since rip van wink'
My sh*t stink with every element from a to zinc
So what you think
I'mma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy
A little off the wall maybe go get a shrink
Get up stand up back up push up
Jump up act up to make y'all feel it
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Yo' blackout shoot out smoked out move out
Even knock your tooth out to make y'all feel it
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Brrrrr stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em