Ice Cream Man Method Man

[Intro]
Ice cream!
Ice cream!
Mom!
Throw down some money!
The ice cream man is coming!

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Brothers don't know how to flow, like "oh
Shit, I can dip
I'm a hip hop pro"
Who wanna get fucked, the hunt that bucks the buck
Viva like a squirrel, and get a nut, niggy nut
Over huffing, puffing
Blow me like down and
Inside, outside, bring me back around
And bam!, out the fucking sky like shazam!
You don't know, I tell you who I am
The drifty, shifty
Killer rhyme swiftly
So much funk, the method true
Let's get lifty
Not dusted
Cause that'll wreck your mental
Thus get me flustered, looking Oriental
That's when I'm Fu Manchu from the Wu-
Tang!, put me in the chamber, now bang
Zoom!, to the fucking moon I boom
Don't crowd my mic, alright, give me room
And I'll show you holmes, how a Meth should be born
Cuz when I flip God, I'm as hard as a stone
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Bitch I'll have them pussy lips swollen!
On the trigger
Your bigger
Now how you figure that
My click got more figures
Than you got nigga naps
And curiosity, what, killed the cat
Satisfaction, brought that cat back
And I'll come back, as the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
They nothin' in the morning like H.O
Yo
Got to go, Got to go!
Ima stop it
And drop it like so!