Bring The Pain (New Wave)

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
Methods, I'm not the king, but niggas is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit get?
Deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad pissed, accept it

In your cross color
Clothes you crossed over
And now ya totally crossed out (and kriss krossed)

Who tha boss
Niggas get tossed to tha 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 that headpiece, protect it

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the ruckus
So bust it at me, son
Now bust it

Stylez, I get buck wild
Method Man on some shit
Fuckin' niggas foul, son I'm sick

Insane crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I?
Now I got mine, I'm Swayzee

Is it real, son?
Is it really real, son?
Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real

Something I can feel, son
Load it up and kill one
Wonderin' the deal, son
If it's really real

When I was a little stereo (stereo)
I used to be the champion (ooh)
I always wonder (wonder)
When I will be the number one (ooh)

And now you listen to me, Gargon (gargon)
And the Gargon summary
And all you niggas come and test me (test me)
I'm gonna lick out your brains

Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bump off a set

Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga, 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
Taking niggas 'fore they're gone
Movin' to your left (Mr Meth!)

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
Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore

Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper
Rhymes be the proof, when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No OJ, no straw
When you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw
'Cause I burn
When you drink absolute straight
It burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm

I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
All I need is chemical bank (to pay the bitch!)

Is it real, son?
Is it really real, son?
Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real

Something I can feel, son
Load it up and kill one
Wonderin' the deal, son
If it's really real

Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes

Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes
Fuck the hoes