Bring the pain mindless self indulgence lyrics

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• Mindless Self Indulgence Lyrics
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• 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
niggaz want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it
stylez i get buckwild method man on some shit
fuck'n niggaz 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 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
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and all you niggaz come and test me test me
i'm gonna lick out your brains
brothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope
cuz 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 yeah
and it'll get even worse word to god it's the wu
comin' through takin' niggaz '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 cuz i think not when it's hip hop slung propa
rhymes be the proof when i'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
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
let me know it's real

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Mindless Self Indulgence Bring The Pain (New Wave)

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 could 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?
Deeper than your fist and brothers is mad pissed, accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you crossed over
Now you're totally crossed out like Kris 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'll be hectic and comin' for the head piece, protect it

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
So bustin' 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 out her fuckin' 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
Somethin' I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real

When I was a little stereo, I used to be the champion
I always wondered when I will be the number one
And now you listen to the gargon and the gargon summary
And all you niggas come to test me, I'm gonna lick out your brain

Mothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set
Comin' through all your projects
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Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar that I'm more shit

And it's gonna get even worse, word to god
It's the Wu comin' through, takin' niggas for their garments
Movin' on your left, it's the Meth
I came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come, test, realize it's 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 it's hip-hop like proper
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' 90 proof Vodka

No O.J., no straw
When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw
'Cause 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 hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the bitch

Is it real, son? Is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Somethin' I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real

Fuck the hoes, fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes, fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes, fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes, fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes, fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes, fuck the hoes