Blackout (Album Version|Explicit) - Method Man/Redman

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 m*******a 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