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Mindless Self Indulgence - Bring The Pain Lyrics

Bring The Pain



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

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

i always wonder when i would be the number one - hey hey hey

and now you listen to me darcon darcon

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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 - fuck it up and kill one

fuck it up and kill one

lemme know it's real

Mindless Self Indulgence Bring The Pain

 
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