Mindless Self Indulgence - Bring the Pain lyrics
[Mindless Self Indulgence - 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
Method, I'm not the king
But niggas is decaf
I stick 'em full of CREAM
Check it, just how deep can shit get
Get deeper than your fists and
Brothers is mad, pissed, accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes
You've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out, Kris Krossed
Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method
(woo) from the Wu Tang (woo)
I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece
Protect it fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the ruckus
Yo, bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method (woo) on some shit, fuckin' niggas foul
So now i'm sick
Insane, crazy, driving 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 it's 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 oh oh oh
I always wondered
When I will be the number one hey hey hey
Now you listen to me, Darcon Darcon
And distortion
And all you niggas come and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth
Bring the rope
Cause the only way you'll hang is by the neck
Nigga bump off the set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet
It is a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it's gonna 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 monkey rhymes galore
Check it, 'cause I think not when
This Hip-Hopslike proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm
Drinkin' 90 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 a ho
No all I need is Chemical Bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son lemme know it's
One, two, three, four
Kill one fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one lemme know it's real
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
Method, I'm not the king
But niggas is decaf
I stick 'em full of CREAM
Check it, just how deep can shit get
Get deeper than your fists and
Brothers is mad, pissed, accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes
You've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out, Kris Krossed
Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method
(woo) from the Wu Tang (woo)
I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece
Protect it fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the ruckus
Yo, bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method (woo) on some shit, fuckin' niggas foul
So now i'm sick
Insane, crazy, driving 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 it's 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 oh oh oh
I always wondered
When I will be the number one hey hey hey
Now you listen to me, Darcon Darcon
And distortion
And all you niggas come and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Brothers want to hang with the Meth
Bring the rope
Cause the only way you'll hang is by the neck
Nigga bump off the set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet
It is a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it's gonna 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 monkey rhymes galore
Check it, 'cause I think not when
This Hip-Hopslike proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm
Drinkin' 90 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 a ho
No all I need is Chemical Bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son lemme know it's
One, two, three, four
Kill one fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one lemme know it's real