Mindless Self Indulgence - Bring The Pain | Текст песни

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• Mindless Self Indulgence
• Bring The Pain

(aw lemme take it now)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane.

Find out my menta (oh)l, 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 - oh-oh-oh
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 brai-ai-ai-ains
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 monkey rhymes GALORE
Check it
Cuz I THINK not WHEN hip HOP like PRO-PA
RHYMES be the PROOF when I'M DRINKIN'
19
PROOF
VOD-KA

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
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
Kill one - fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it real~

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