Bring The Pain

Basically...

Can't **** with me

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 ****** is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM

Check it, just how deep can **** get

Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it

In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over

Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed

Who da boss? ****** 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 the head piece, protect it

**** it, two tears in a bucket, ****** want the ruckus

Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it

Styles, I gets buckwild

Method Man on some ****, pullin' ****** files

I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy (yeah)

Out her ******* mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze (yeah)

Now I got mine, I'm Swayze (yeah)

Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (yeah)

Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real (what, yeah)

Somethin' I could feel, son, load it up and kill one (what, uhh)

Want it raw deal, son, if it's really, real, yeah, uh

(Booster) When I was a little stereo (stereo)

I listened to some champion (champion)

I always wonda (wondered)

When I will be di numba one? (Tical, hah)

Now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)

And di Gorgon sound a Rein

An' any jump and come tes' mi (test me)

Let mi a-go lick out dem brain (but it's sound boy)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope

The only way you'll hang is by the neck, ***** Bolt

Off the set, comin' to your projects

Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise

Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam ****

*****, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb ****

And it's gonna get, even worse, word to God

It's the Wu, comin' through

Stickin' ****** for they garments

Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth

Came to represent and carve my name in your chest

You can come test, realize you're no contest

Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West

Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-

Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore

Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper

Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof

Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw

When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw

I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns

Enough to give my chest hairs a perm

I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho

All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style (crash)

Word up, we be hazardous (Northern spicy brown mustard hoes)

We have to stick you (horn)

Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (************)

Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real

Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one

Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real

I'll ******', I'll ******' cut your kneecaps off

And make you kneel at some staircase, piss

I'll ******' cut your eyelids off

And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills *laugh*

Get yours, ************

So-So **** the ho, **** the ho

Look at this *****, this ************, ****