What the Beat

Haha
Now, now, now, uh
Professional 2 shit, what?
Staten Island up in this motherfucker (new Method Man)
Mr. Meth rep, rep, rep, rep (Eminem, Royce)
For the cause, Wu-Tang Killa Bees forever, my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh-huh, we put our drawers in it)
Clue (Clue), come on
Niggas is like, "Oh my God, not you"
Yes, I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M-E-eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock and roll, new TECs and calicos (what?)
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
Eight million stories in the nekkid, call your man Method
Straight guerrilla iller nigga, kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, busting your funky dope maneuvers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin, rub it in like it's Lubriderm (aha)
Ten out of ten, I'll be the, men of all men I mean the
Creme de la creme a schemer, sipping on 'yac and Zima
True Professional 2 (DJ Clue)
Now that Bush is president, nigga, we all through
Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I keep on ducking under the bed when I hear thunder (uh)
Cause I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy, so they can relate to me (haha)
And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby
I like that, I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, there'd be just as many motherfucking murderers
And heroin users without Marilyn's music (uh-huh)
But I figure, I make my music, I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it
Now the parents are suing 'cause little Darren is screwing
Karen and Susan, 'cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
Cause of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up (haha)
My attitude's "fuck it" like Pac's was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point
Now everybody's killing everybody and everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughing like it's funny
'Cause I don't really give a shit about no-motherfucking-body
I'm so motherfucking nutty, I don't give a fuck about nothing (come on)
Yo, my wrist is water and freezer mix, this is
Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big
Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device
So "Duro you gotta let it bump," I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude, like, "this can't be true"
I'll suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down, I'm still wilding
Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins
Rock City baby, knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me
And they all rich, and still all of their palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle urge
Walking like we talking drunk while we stumble over words
Clue, Duro, Slim, Meth, Five-Nine, hold up, breath
It's just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat say do
It's just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beat say do
Uh, uh, Royce Five-Nine and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beat say do
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Come on, man