Bring The Pain

Basically, cant fuck with me
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Lets go inside my astral plane
Find out my mentals 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
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your cross color, clothes youve crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and
Kris Kross
Who da boss?
Niggaz get tossed to the 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 the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me brush, now bust it
Styles, I gets buck wild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
Im sick, insane, crazy, drivin
Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now
I got Martin
SwayzeIs it real son, is it really real son?
Let me know its real son, if its really real
Something
I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if its really real
And when I was a lil stereo(Stereo)
I listened to some champion( Champion)
I always wondered(Wondered)
Will now I be the numba one?(Tical! Hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon(Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me(Test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains(Its like that)
Brothers want to hangwith the
Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet its a promise
Comin from a vet on some old
Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey
I bomb shit
And its gonna get even worse word to
GodIts the
Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em its the
MethCame to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize youre no contest
Son, Im the gun that won that old
Wild WestQuick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause
I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while
Im drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no
OJ, no straw, when you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
Ive learned when you drink absolute straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I dont need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo
What, basically that,
Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn passing me
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
Is it real son, is it really real son?
Let me know its real son, if its really real
Something
I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if its really real
Ill fuckin,
Ill fuckin cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
Ill fuckin, cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills
You motherfuckers
So fuck the hoe( So)
Fuck the hoe