Bring The Pain Lyrics

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