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Bring The Pain (Mega Bass Remix)

Lemme tell you now

I came to bring the pain

Hardcore from the brain

Let's go inside my astral planeFind out my mental based on instrumental records

Hey so I can write monumental methods

I'm not the king, but niggaz is decaf

I stick 'em for the cream, check itJust how deep can shit get?

Get deeper than your fists

And brothers is mad

Pissed, accept itIn your cross color, clothes are crossed over

Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss kross

Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side

And I'm the dark side of the force, of courseIt's the method man from the Wu-tang Clan

I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, protect it

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket

Niggaz want the ruckus?So bust it at me, son, now bust it

Styles, I get buck wild

Method man on some shit

Fuckin' niggaz, foul, son, I'm sickInsane 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 it's really real, son, lemme know it's realLoad it up and kill one

Load it up and kill one

Load it up and kill one

If it's really realWhen I was a little stereo

I used to be the champion

I always wonder when I will be the number one

And now you listen to me, Dacron DacronAnd all you niggaz come and test me? Test me

I'm gonna lick out your brains

Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope

'cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a setComin' through all your projects

Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise

Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit

You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on itAnd it'll get even worse

Word to God, it's the Wu

Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone

Gone, gone, gone, gone, goneMovin' 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 WestQuick on the draw with my hands on the floor

Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore

Check it, 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes

Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodkaNo OJ, no

No straw

When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I burn

Give it to me raw, I burnChest hairI don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no

All I need is chemical bank to pay her up

Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son

If it's really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, fourKill one, fuck it up and kill one

Fuck it up and kill one

Lemme know it's real

Songwriters

SMITH, CLIFFORD / DIGGS, ROBERT F.Published by

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