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Some information about Bring the Pain Lyrics Title: Method Man - Bring the Pain lyrics Artist: Method Man Album: Tical Visitors: 17 visitors have visited Bring the Pain Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Basicallycan t with me Verse One: I came to bring the pain from the brain Let s go inside my astral plane Find out my mental s based on instrumental records heyso I can write monumental MethodsI m not the King But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM check itjust how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colourclothes 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 MethodMan from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hecticand comin for the head piece protect it ittwo tears in a bucketniggaz want the ruckus Bustin at me bruhnow bust it StylesI gets buckwild Method Man on some shitpullin niggaz files I m sickinsanecrazyDrivin Miss Daisy Out her in mind now I got mine I m Swayze Chorus: Is it real sonis it really real son Let me know it s real sonif it s really real Something I could feel sonload it up and kill one Want it raw deal sonif it s 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 (it s like that) Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threatbetter yet it s a promise Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it s gonna get even worse word to God It s the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin on your leftsouthpaw 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 vodkano OJno straw When you give it to me aiygive it to me raw I ve learned when you drink Absolut 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 Whatbasically thatMeth-Ticalninety-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: I ll inI ll in cut your kneecaps off and make you kneel in some staircase piss I ll incut your eyelids off and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills You mother ers (So???) So the hoe the hoe (Look at this niggathis mother in...) Hottest songs from Method Man : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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