Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bring The Pain , by - Mindless Self Indulgence. Song from the album Tighter, in the genre ИндастриалRelease date: 25.04.2011
Record label: UCR
Song language: English
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 write monumental |
| Method, I’m not the king |
| But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em full of CREAM |
| Check it, just how deep can shit get |
| Get deeper than your fists and brothers is mad, pissed, accept it |
| In your Cross Colour clothes, you’ve crossed over |
| Then got Totally Krossed Out, Kris Krossed |
| Who da boss? |
| Niggas get tossed to the side |
| And I’m the dark side of the Force |
| Of course it’s the Method (woo) from the Wu-Tang (woo) |
| I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it |
| Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus |
| Yo, bust it at me, son, now bust it |
| Styles, I get buck wild |
| Method (woo) on some shit, fuckin' niggas foul |
| So now i’m sick |
| Insane, crazy, driving 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 it’s 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 wondered |
| When I will be the number one |
| Hey hey hey |
| Now you listen to me, Darcon Darcon |
| And |
| And all you niggas come and test me, test me |
| I’m gonna lick out your brains |
| Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope |
| Cause the only way you’ll hang is by the neck |
| Nigga bump off the set |
| Comin' through all your projects |
| Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise |
| Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit |
| You can bet your bottom dollar that I’m on it |
| And it’s gonna get even worse, word to God |
| It’s the Wu, comin' through takin' niggas '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, 'cause I think not when this hip-hopslike proper |
| Rhymes be the proof while I’m drinkin' 90 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 a ho, no |
| All I need is Chemical Bank to pay her up |
| Is it real, son? |
| Lemme know it’s real, son |
| If it’s 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’s real |