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Bring The Pain

Lemme tell you 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 deeper than your fists

And brothers is mad pissed

Accept it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed over

Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss Kross

Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side

And I'm the dark side of the force, of course

It'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

Niggas want the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now bust it

Styles, I get buck wild

Method Man, on some shit

Fuckin' nigga's 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 it's 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

I always wonder when I will be the number one

Hey, hey, hey, now you listen to me, Dacron, Dacron

And all you niggas come and test me, test me

I'm gonna lick out your brains

Brothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the 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' like 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 it's hip hop like proper rhymes

Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof Vodka

No, O.J.

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 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, four

Kill one

Fuck it up and kill one

Fuck it up and kill one

Lemme know it's real

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