Bring The Pain

Now lemme tell ya now I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental, based on instrumental Records, hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the king but niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the CREAM Check it, just how deep can shit get, get deep as the abyss And brothers is mad pissed, accept it In your cross colored clothes you crossed over Now you're totally crossed out and Kriss Kross Who da boss, niggas get tossed to da side And I'm the dark side I am the force of course It's the Method (woo) from the Wu Tang (woo) I'll be hectic and comin' for that head piece, protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket Niggas want the ruckus? Yo bust it at me son, now bust it Styles, I get buck wild Method (woo) on some shit Fuckin' niggas foul son, I'm sick Insane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy How the fuck am I? Now I got mine I'm Swayze Is it real son, lemme know it's real son If its really real son, lemme know it's real Load it up and kill one Load it up and kill one Load it up and kill one If it's really real When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion Oh, oh, oh I always wonder When I will be the number one Hey, hey, hey And now you listen to me Darcon, Darcon And all you niggas come and test me, test me I'm gonna lick out your brains Brothers want to hang with the Meth', bring a rope 'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your projects Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it And it'll get even worse, word to God it's the Wu Comin' through takin' niggas 'fore they're Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Movin' to your left I came to represent and carve my name within your chest You can come test, realize it's no contest, son I'm the gun who won that old wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hopslike proper Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' 90 proof vodka No OJ, no, no straw When you give it to me yeah, give it to me raw I burn Give it to me raw I burn Chest hairs I don't need no chemical blow to pull no hoe, no All I need is chemical bank to pay her up Is it real son, lemme know it's real son If its really real son, lemme know it's 1, 2, 3, 4 Kill one Fuck it up and kill one Fuck it up and kill one Lemme know it's real --- Bring the Pain - Mindless Self Indulgence