Mindless Self Indulgence Bring The Pain (Jungle Max Mix) Lyrics

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 write monumental
methods. I'm not the king, but n____z is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it.
Just how deep can s___ get? Get deeper than your fists.
And brothers is mad, p___ed, accept it.

In your cross color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya totally crossed out. And Kriss kross.
Who da boss? n____z 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.
f___ it, two tears in a bucket,
n____z want the ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now bust it.
Styles, I get buckwild. Method man on some s___.
f___in' n____z, foul, son, I'm sick.

Insane crazy, drivin' miss daisy.
How the f___ 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. ( 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 n____z come and test me? Test me.
I'm gonna lick out your brains.
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope,
'Cos the only way you hang is by the neck,
n____, b__p 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 s___,
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' n____z '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, realise 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 g______ funkey rhymes galore,
Check it, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper
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 one, two, three, four,
Kill one, f___ it up and kill one.
f___ it up and kill one.
Lemme know it's real.