Bring da pain / Remix Lyrics

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 n____z is decaf I stick em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can s___ get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your cross colour, clothes youve crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and kris kross
Who da boss? n____z 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
f___ it, two tears in a bucket, n____z want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method man on some s___, pullin n____z files
Im sick, insane, crazy, drivin miss daisy
Out her f___in mind now I got mine Im swayze

[chorus:]

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

[interlude: booster]

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)

[verse two:]

Brothers want to hang with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck n____ 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 s___
n____ you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb s___
And its gonna get even worse word to god
Its the wu comin through sickin n____z for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em its the meth
Came 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 west
Quick 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 absolut 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
[horn sound of car racing by]

[chorus]

[outro:]

Ill f___in, Ill f___in cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase p___

Ill f___in, cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You m_________ers
(so? ? ) so f___ the hoe
f___ the hoe

(look at this n____, this m_________in...)