| Song | Shaolin What (Skit) |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
| 作曲 : Selwyn Bougard & Method Man | |
| 作词 : Bougard, Smith | |
| (Method Man) | |
| I'm the bastard the total package like Lex Luger | |
| Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers | |
| through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen | |
| Welcome to my torture chamber pen and pendulum | |
| Foul play year T2000 be judgement day | |
| Face millenium hell to pay | |
| My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo | |
| South paw ring your bell like its quasimodo what is the law? | |
| Stay hardcore my clan logo move to quik to catch a photo | |
| Jettin on land like jet moto now we lord on the conduit? | |
| These niggaz actin like they been through it | |
| As if the hardcore to the truest | |
| I Can't Lose like Parker Lewis | |
| Set in my ways.. | |
| got you corny niggaz askin who is .. JOHNNY BLAZE | |
| Get a late pass stinkin ass sucker ass | |
| Now you sufferin like succotash | |
| while Johnny Cash is makin moves on your moneybags | |
| im strict love stickin hundreds in your honeys ass | |
| my verbal bucket in the background | |
| holdin me down watching these clowns | |
| as they eyeballin all day in the mind | |
| Gettin high y'all | |
| Put it on the skyfold the nite troll | |
| Rap infected get the LYSOL to disinfect it | |
| You don't know me or my fuckin Method | |
| That's the shit that made me tip | |
| when I wrote a pitch how many leech it | |
| Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill | |
| Now Borne jungle nils one more game hit me with | |
| that shit they be smokin.. | |
| got cali niggaz loc'in new york niggaz open | |
| John Hay phenomenon the megabomb | |
| Transformed in a firearm like Megatron | |
| Youget stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm | |
| knowin brothers wanna do me harm | |
| Shaolin whylen what .. punks | |
| (breaking glass) | |
| we got love for those who got love for us |
| zuò qǔ : Selwyn Bougard Method Man | |
| zuò cí : Bougard, Smith | |
| Method Man | |
| I' m the bastard the total package like Lex Luger | |
| Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers | |
| through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen | |
| Welcome to my torture chamber pen and pendulum | |
| Foul play year T2000 be judgement day | |
| Face millenium hell to pay | |
| My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo | |
| South paw ring your bell like its quasimodo what is the law? | |
| Stay hardcore my clan logo move to quik to catch a photo | |
| Jettin on land like jet moto now we lord on the conduit? | |
| These niggaz actin like they been through it | |
| As if the hardcore to the truest | |
| I Can' t Lose like Parker Lewis | |
| Set in my ways.. | |
| got you corny niggaz askin who is .. JOHNNY BLAZE | |
| Get a late pass stinkin ass sucker ass | |
| Now you sufferin like succotash | |
| while Johnny Cash is makin moves on your moneybags | |
| im strict love stickin hundreds in your honeys ass | |
| my verbal bucket in the background | |
| holdin me down watching these clowns | |
| as they eyeballin all day in the mind | |
| Gettin high y' all | |
| Put it on the skyfold the nite troll | |
| Rap infected get the LYSOL to disinfect it | |
| You don' t know me or my fuckin Method | |
| That' s the shit that made me tip | |
| when I wrote a pitch how many leech it | |
| Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill | |
| Now Borne jungle nils one more game hit me with | |
| that shit they be smokin.. | |
| got cali niggaz loc' in new york niggaz open | |
| John Hay phenomenon the megabomb | |
| Transformed in a firearm like Megatron | |
| Youget stepped on and shit upon, I' ma stay calm | |
| knowin brothers wanna do me harm | |
| Shaolin whylen what .. punks | |
| breaking glass | |
| we got love for those who got love for us |