Текст (слова) песни: Mindless Self Indulgence - Bring The Pain

Lemme tell you now:
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain.
Lets go inside my astral plane.

Find out my mental based on instrumental
records, hey so I can write monumental
methods. Im 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 color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya totally crossed out. And Kriss kross.
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side,
And Im the dark side of the force, of course.
Its 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 ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now bust it.
Styles, I get buckwild. Method man on some shit.
Fuckin niggaz, foul, son, Im sick.

Insane crazy, drivin miss daisy.
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, Im swayze.
Is it real, son? Lemme know its real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know its real.
Load it up and kill one,
Load it up and kill one,
Load it up and kill one,
If its really real.

When I was a little stereo, I used to be the champion. ( Ooo hoo hoo )
I always wonder when I will be the number one. ( Hey, hey, hey )
And now you listen to me, Darcon. Darcon.

And all you niggaz come and test me? Test me.
Im gonna lick out your brains.
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope,
Cos the only way you hang is by the neck,
Nigga, bump 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 Im on it.
And itll get even worse, word to God, its the Wu.
Comin through, takin niggaz fore theyre 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, realise its no contest, son.
Im the gun who won that old Wild West.

Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor,
Lovin all those goddamn funkey rhymes galore,
Check it, cos I think not when its hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when Im 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 dont 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 its real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know its one, two, three, four,
Kill one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and kill one.
Lemme know its real.
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