Lyrics:

Biscuits is 90s slang for a gun. In this track, Meth is metaphorically a gun and he spits hot bullets (fucking bars). In short, this track is a lyrical assault.
What? What you want?
Represent, represent, represent!
Yeah, represent, check it out, check it out

Your mama don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took them off!
Standin' on the welfare line, eatin' swine
Tryna look fine with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell you fast
Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass

Are you ready to face the consequences and suffer?
I even tell your momma you ain't shit, motherfucker!
Bring it, and let that Killa Bee kid sting it
And represent, it's like heads up a brick when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off somethin'
I'm pumpin' like a Reebok with a pump
From the jump and you was nothin'
Bet you thought your fuckin' clan had your back, but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty sluts and
You just a Naked Gun without the bullet, what you bustin'?
Get your ship sunken, fuckin' with a Drunken
Master, disaster at any rap functions

Just an echo, yoo-hoo!
We be livin' in the valley, yoo-hoo!
It may be difficult to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Bet your bottom dollar, let me tell you fast
Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger? I'll bring ya
36 Chambers, be out, you's in danger
Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger
Didn't momma tell you not to talk to a stranger?
Now you got your neck in the noose of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
What?! And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, that Ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint
Hey, I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the point
'Cause they could never stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the head of a mental vegetarian
The Method at the weed gate with a long line of credit
If you desire fire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast
Meth-Tical got style for your nasty ass

'94, baby, word up
Recognize, recognize
Wu-Tang Killa Bee
The RZA and the Method MZA
Raider Ruckus, where you at?