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's based on instrumental

Records hey, so

I can write monumental

Methods, I'm not the king

But *************z is decaf

I stick 'em for the cream

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

Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it

In your cross color, clothes you've crossed over

Then got totally krossed out and

Kris Kross

Who da boss?

*************z 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, *************z want the ruckus

Bustin' at me brush, now bust it

Styles, I gets buck wild

Method Man on some *************t, pullin' *************z files

I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin'

Miss Daisy

Out her ******' mind now

I got Martin

SwayzeIs 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

And when I was a lil' stereo(Stereo)

I listened to some champion(Champion)

I always wondered(Wondered)

Will now I be the numba one?(Tical! Hahaha)

Now you listen to de gargon(Gargon!)

And de gargon summary

And any man dat come test me(Test me)

Me gwanna lick out dem brains(It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the

Meth bring the rope

The only way you hang is by the neck ************* poke

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 *************t

************* you can bet your bottom dollar hey

I bomb *************t

And it's gonna get even worse word to

GodIt's the

Wu comin' through sickin' *************z for they garments

Movin' on your left, southpaw 'em it's the

MethCame 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 WestQuick 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 aiy, give it to me raw

I've learned when you drink absolute straight it burns

Enough to give my chest hairs a perm

I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe

All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that,

Meth-Tical, ninety-four style

Word up we be hazardous car cra*************ng, horn passing me

Northern spicy brown mustard hoes

We have to stick you

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 in some staircase piss

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

And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills

You mother******s

So ************* the hoe(So)

************* the hoe