歌曲 | Bring the Pain |
歌手 | Mindless Self Indulgence |
专辑 | Tighter |
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 make 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 | |
**** 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 | |
****'n niggaz foul son i'm sick | |
insane crazy drivin' miss daisy | |
how the **** 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 | |
- - - - - - - - - - | |
and all you niggaz come and test me test me | |
i'm gonna lick out your brains | |
mothers 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 | |
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 funky rhymes galore | |
check it cuz i think not when it's hip hop like 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 - **** it up and kill one | |
**** it up and kill one | |
lemme know it's real |
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 make 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 wutang clan | |
i be hectic and comin' for that headpiece protect it | |
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 | |
' n niggaz foul son i' m sick | |
insane crazy drivin' miss daisy | |
how the 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 | |
and all you niggaz come and test me test me | |
i' m gonna lick out your brains | |
mothers 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 | |
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 funky rhymes galore | |
check it cuz i think not when it' s hip hop like 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 it up and kill one | |
it up and kill one | |
lemme know it' s real |