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 make 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 colors clothes you crossed over
And now ya totally crossed out and kriss kross

Who da boss niggas get tossed to da 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 ruckas? So bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buckwild method man on some shit
Fuck'n niggas foul, son I'm sick

Insane crazy drivin' miss daisy
Out of fucking mind, now I got mine I'm Swayze
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real son
If its 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 would be the number one, hey, hey, hey
And now you listen to me, Darcon Darcon

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 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 vodka
No, no OJ, 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 hair
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 its really real, son
Lemme know it's
1, 2, 3, 4
Kill one, fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real