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 ****ers is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM Check it, just how deep can mother****ers 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? ****ers 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 ****ers want the ruckus, bustin' at me Bruh, now bust it. Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some ****ed-up shit, pullin' ****ers files I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy Out her ****ing mind Now I got mine, I'm Swayze Is it real, son, is it really real, son? 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 (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 ****ing 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 ****ing shit ****ers, you can bet your bottom dollar Hey, I bomb ****ers And it's gonna get even worse, word to God It's the Wu, comin' through Stickin' ****ers 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, cuz 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 that 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, word up (Northern spicy brown-) We be hazardous (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 ****in', I'll ****in' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel at some staircase, piss I'll ****in' cut your eyelids off And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills *laugh* Get yours, mother****ers So-So **** the ho, **** the ho