[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fuckin' meth in here!
Yo, yo, yo
Now we gonna drink some good night drank, get you goin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack ya like a pit, then lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But givin' you more and more like "Ding!"
Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flippin' what? Murder one phat tracks, aight? I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock
'Cause I rock your head to bed just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break ya down
Raw sound, goin' to war right now
So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-Niggas-Garments
Save your breath before I bomb it!
[Verse 2: Method Man]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
A-yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical!
The fuck you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owl
Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fuckin' meth in here!
Yo, yo, yo
Now we gonna drink some good night drank, get you goin'
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack ya like a pit, then lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But givin' you more and more like "Ding!"
Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flippin' what? Murder one phat tracks, aight? I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock
'Cause I rock your head to bed just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break ya down
Raw sound, goin' to war right now
So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-Niggas-Garments
Save your breath before I bomb it!
[Verse 2: Method Man]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
A-yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical!
The fuck you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owl
Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical
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