Bring Da Pain

Bring Da Pain -Method Man
Basically cant f**k with me
I 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 niggaz is decaf I stick em for the cream
Check it just how deep can sh*t get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your cross color clothes youve crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kris Kross
Who da boss Niggaz 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 cominfor the head piece protect it
F**k it two tears in a bucket niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me brush now bust it
Styles I gets buck wild
Method Man on some sh*t pullinniggaz files
Im sick insane crazy drivinMiss Daisy
Out her f**kinmind now I got Martin Swayze
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
And when I was a lilstereo
（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）
Brothers want to hang withthe Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck ni**a poke
Off the set cominto your projects
Take it as a threat better yet its a promise
Cominfrom a vet on some old Vietnam sh*t
Ni**a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh*t
And its gonna get even worse word to God
Its the Wu cominthrough sickinniggaz for they garments
Movinon 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 drinkin90proof
Huh vodka no OJ no straw when you give it to me aiy give it to me raw
Ive learned when you drink absolute 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
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
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
Ill f**kinIll f**kincut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
Ill f**kincut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthinbut sleepinpills
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
So f**k the hoe
（So）
F**k the hoe