Drop the Mic w/ Method Man

Lyrics

[James Corden] You sure you're ready for this, Meth? [Method Man] Born ready, brother. Let's get it [James Corden] Alright, Josh, give me a beat [Round 1: James Corden] I can't believe I'm battling you, no lie I was like "Oh my god, Method Man, is he still alive?" Another washed-up rapper, just a Wu-Tang disaster Your phone only rings when the RZA won't answer GZA, Ghost, and Rae are all better than you Top five of all time? You're not top five in your crew Are you anywhere as good as you were 20 years ago? Yippie-yippie-yay, yippie-yi, yippie-no [James] No [Method Man] Oh wow, that was— that was good. That was— that was really good. I'm gonna kill this guy. Josh, if you will [Round 1: Method Man] First of all, you don't wanna get stretched in here I'd break your neck, but you ain't had a neck in years Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best, it's clear Baby got back? No, baby got breasts, it's weird You don't like that, don't be trying to talk and provoke me I heard you're trying to lose weight, try Walking Karaoke You don't know me, leave the rap to the professionals And James, keep some rap with extra chicken and some vegetables, oh [James] Alright, Josh [Round 2: James] Yeah, you got me, Meth, I am a bit chubby But I can lose weight, you can't lose ugly I would guess you were a victim of a bear attack If a bear saw you, it'd be like, "Ugh, I'm not touchin' that" Yeah, you walk like a tough guy, you're softer than me He called me crying, "James, please put me on TV" So I hired this boy, 'cause I'm a nice guy Now when I say "jump," he says "How High?" [James & the crowd] Yeah 'Cause when I say "jump," he says How High! Yeah, when I say "jump," he says How High! Yeah, when I say "jump," he says How High! Yeah, when I say "jump," he—what! [Method Man] Oh, wow, that was... That was pretty original right there. And you incorporated the crowd into it, that was good. Now all of y'all gotta die with him. Alright, J, let's get it [Round 2: Method Man] Ayo, James is a loser with no friends, I'm sayin' Reggie even said you're only friends because you pay him But I don't slay 'em, and I spit it verbatim If these words got you sick to your stomach, it's 'cause you ate 'em Probably eat 'till nothing's left, let me guess Your favorite Wu member's probably Raekwon the Chef, okay Holy fatty foods, Batman, you're fat, man Tell whoever hired your ghostwriter to pack, man (Pac Man) [Method Man] Waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka waka booo booo [James] Alright. Alright. Josh, hit it [Round 3: James] You thought you'd win easy, you're in for a shock tonight 'Cause I'm cookin' Meth better than Walter White His real name's Cliff, I swear that's true Like what I want to jump off every time I see you Your sitcom Red & Meth didn't really last Featured two great rappers and zero great laughs I just murdered you, it's time to say goodbye Now all, I need, is for you, to die [James with the crowd] And everybody say All, I need, is for you, to die [Method Man] Mm, mm, mm. That was really, really, really good. That was good. That's my mom's favorite song, but that was good. That was good. Josh, if you will [Round 3: Method Man] Yeah, yeah, yeah, talk is cheap in English You lost to Anne Hathaway, Kevin Hart was dangerous Schwimmer was a winner, Delevingne outrageous Usain Bolt killed you, he 'on't e'en speak the language Goofy, you done gon' and stepped in a pile of dookie Wiped off the dookie, then stepped in a bigger pile of dookie After this loss, bye, go walk it off Ayo, Reggie, that's the way you talk to your boss