M.E.F. (Explicit)

M.E.F. (Explicit) - Johnny Blaze

Yeah pull your shoes up

Why don't ya'll n*ggas sit your a*s down somewhere

I said it Staten Island back up in this b*tch in a major way

Yeah

Who next on deck Yo mark ready set

You get one guess Meth pass that dutchie pon de left

Take a deep breath Meth take that genie to the chest

It relieves stress please believe it

Who your M-E-F'ing Man go 'head ask your man

And them broads with them big drawers they know who I am

Call me Meth like my n*ggas in Park Hill Projects

Just Meth say it with the F never disrespect

Give me dap or give me depth Clan in effect

While you shaking my right hand I stab you with the left

What the f*ck ya'll expect I'm beyond bomb threat

Explode when I'm talking I blow s*it out proportion

Who's next now to be made an example

Timb boots stomping on them open toe sandals

Every boots scuffed another win for us

Life's just f*cked up momma just didn't hug me enough

Let's you and I discuss over this bag of dust

My plans to make bags up in God we trust ya'll

I ain't gotta lift a finger to touch ya'll

And I ain't got a middle finger you to f*ck ya'll

As far as I'm concerned ya'll germs

To the illest MC to ever get his turn

Street you know the Life money feed only on these dice

Don't wanna have to make my point twice

Who next on deck Yo mark ready set

You get one guess Meth pass that dutchie pon de left

Take a deep breath Meth take that genie to the chest

It relieves stress please believe it

Who your M-E-F'ing Man go 'head ask your man

And them broads with them big drawers they know who I am

Call me Meth like my n*ggas in Park Hill Projects

Just Meth say it with the F never disrespect

Who cashing checks every first and fifteen

Who earnt they respect Blunt brother from another mother

Southpaw might Golden Glove ya

Now Enter the Wu-Tang Forever The W

Ya'll been eating off our plate for years

And didn't know I spit in the pot

I'm on the toilet with some new s*it fitting to drop lend me your years

For a minute get in it "see murder" there ain't "no limit" to the killing

Emotional wreck cause I ain't feeling what ya'll feeling

Ya'll rappers is s*x with penicillen who the villain

Burning MC's sick as the V's when he illing

A hundred degrees in dungarees still chilling

You know me by now look out Tical

In your barn at your Phat Farm milking your cow

Street you know the life money feed only on these dice

Don't wanna have to make my point twice

Who next on deck Yo mark ready set

You get one guess Meth pass that dutchie pon de left

Take a deep breath Meth take that genie to the chest

It relieves stress please believe it

Who your M-E-F'ing Man go 'head ask your man

And them broads with them big drawers they know who I am

Call me Meth like my n*ggas in Park Hill Projects

Just Meth say it with the F never disrespect