ฟังเพลงBring The Pain (New Wave)

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

Method I'm not the king

But n***as is decaf I stick 'em full of CREAM

Check it just how deep can s**t 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 n***as 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

F**k it two tears in a bucket n***as want the ruckus

Yo bust it at me son now bust it

Styles I get buck wild

Method

Woo

On some s**t f**kin' n***as foul

So now I'm sick

Insane crazy driving Miss Daisy

How the f**k 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 all you n***as 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

N***a 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 s**t

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' n***as '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 godd**n 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

F**k it up and kill one

F**k it up and kill one

Lemme know it's real