Shame System Of A Down I FUCK yo' ass up! (fuck'em up son) Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up! (HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!) S.O.A.D., live and uncut! Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot! BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style Ruthless wild! Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out? Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! Lasers and blazers Hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunnin, hummin comin atcha First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master My style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid Let's get together (Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!) Brought like 20 white boys In the back of a pick-up truck With hockey pucks and skateboards On their way to Woodstock Leave home the glock I have a gun the size of a blackhole Shoot planets Don't get credit Throw your hands up in the air Don't panic Supreme arm leg leg arm head Wu-Tang-Clan playin' the tightest long dreads. (Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!) I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!" Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE!