| Song | Bring the Pain |
| Artist | Mindless Self Indulgence |
| Album | Tighter |
| 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 make monumental | |
| methods i'm not the king but niggaz is decaf | |
| i stick 'em for the cream check it | |
| just how deep can shit get - get deeper than your fists | |
| and brothers is mad pissed accept it | |
| in your cross colors clothes you crossed over | |
| and now ya totally crossed out and kriss kross | |
| who da boss niggaz get tossed to da 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 | |
| **** it two tears in a bucket | |
| niggaz want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it | |
| stylez i get buckwild method man on some shit | |
| ****'n niggaz foul son i'm sick | |
| insane crazy drivin' miss daisy | |
| how the **** am i? now i got mine i'm swayze | |
| is it real son lemme know it's real son if its 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 | |
| i always wonder when i would be the number one - hey hey hey | |
| and now you listen to me darcon darcon | |
| - - - - - - - - - - | |
| and all you niggaz come and test me test me | |
| i'm gonna lick out your brains | |
| mothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope | |
| cuz the only way you hang is by the neck | |
| nigga pump 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 | |
| you can bet your bottom dollar that i'm on it | |
| and it'll get even worse word to god it's the wu | |
| comin' through takin' niggaz '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 goddamn funky rhymes galore | |
| check it cuz i think not when it's hip hop like propa | |
| rhymes be the proof when i'm drinkin' ninety 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 no ho - no | |
| all i need is chemical bank to pay her up | |
| is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really real son lemme know it's | |
| 1 2 3 4 | |
| kill one - **** it up and kill one | |
| **** it up and kill one | |
| lemme know it's real |
| 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 make monumental | |
| methods i' m not the king but niggaz is decaf | |
| i stick ' em for the cream check it | |
| just how deep can shit get get deeper than your fists | |
| and brothers is mad pissed accept it | |
| in your cross colors clothes you crossed over | |
| and now ya totally crossed out and kriss kross | |
| who da boss niggaz get tossed to da side | |
| and i' m the dark side of the force of course | |
| it' s the method man from the wutang clan | |
| i be hectic and comin' for that headpiece protect it | |
| it two tears in a bucket | |
| niggaz want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it | |
| stylez i get buckwild method man on some shit | |
| ' n niggaz foul son i' m sick | |
| insane crazy drivin' miss daisy | |
| how the am i? now i got mine i' m swayze | |
| is it real son lemme know it' s real son if its 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 | |
| i always wonder when i would be the number one hey hey hey | |
| and now you listen to me darcon darcon | |
| and all you niggaz come and test me test me | |
| i' m gonna lick out your brains | |
| mothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope | |
| cuz the only way you hang is by the neck | |
| nigga pump 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 | |
| you can bet your bottom dollar that i' m on it | |
| and it' ll get even worse word to god it' s the wu | |
| comin' through takin' niggaz ' 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 goddamn funky rhymes galore | |
| check it cuz i think not when it' s hip hop like propa | |
| rhymes be the proof when i' m drinkin' ninety 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 no ho no | |
| all i need is chemical bank to pay her up | |
| is it real son lemme know it' s real son if its really real son lemme know it' s | |
| 1 2 3 4 | |
| kill one it up and kill one | |
| it up and kill one | |
| lemme know it' s real |