- Method Man Bring The Pain 歌词
- Method Man
- Basically, can't ************* 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 *************z is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can *************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?
*************z 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
************* it, two tears in a bucket, *************z want the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now bust it
Styles, I gets buck wild
Method Man on some *************t, pullin' *************z files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin'
Miss Daisy
Out her ******' mind now
I got Martin
SwayzeIs 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 ************* 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 *************t
************* you can bet your bottom dollar hey
I bomb *************t
And it's gonna get even worse word to
GodIt's the
Wu comin' through sickin' *************z for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw 'em it's the
MethCame 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 WestQuick 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
Word up we be hazardous car cra*************ng, horn passing me
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 ******',
I'll ******' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll ******', cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
You mother******s
So ************* the hoe(So)
************* the hoe
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