Bring The Pain (Explicit)

Bring The Pain (Explicit) - Method Man

Basically can't f**k with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my mental's based on instrumental

Records hey so I can write monumental

Methods I'm 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 you've crossed over

Then got totally krossed out and Kris Kross

Who da boss Niggaz get tossed to the 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 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 pullin' niggaz files

I'm sick insane crazy drivin' Miss Daisy

Out her f**kin' mind now I got Martin Swayze

Is it real son is it really real son

Let me know it's real son if it's really real

Something I could feel son load it up and kill one

Want it raw deal son if it's really real

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

(It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope

The only way you hang is by the neck ni**a poke

Off the set comin' to your projects

Take it as a threat better yet it's a promise

Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam sh*t

Ni**a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh*t

And it's gonna get even worse word to God

It's the Wu comin' through sickin' niggaz for they garments

Movin' on your left southpaw 'em it's the Meth

Came to represent and carve my name in your chest

You can come test realize you're no contest

Son I'm 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 I'm drinkin' 90 proof

Huh vodka no OJ no straw when you give it to me aiy give it to me raw

I've learned when you drink absolute straight it burns

Enough to give my chest hairs a perm

I don't 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 it's real son if it's really real

Something I could feel son load it up and kill one

Want it raw deal son if it's really real

I'll f**kin' I'll f**kin' cut your kneecaps off

And make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll f**kin' cut your eyelids off

And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills

Is it real son is it really real son

Let me know it's real son if it's really real

Something I could feel son load it up and kill one

Want it raw deal son if it's really real

So f**k the hoe

(So)

F**k the hoe