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Bring The Pain Lyrics By Method Man

    method man
    basically
    can’t fuck with me

    method man
    i came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
    let’s go inside my astral plane
    find out my mental based on
    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
    deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
    in your cross colour clothes you’ve crossed over
    then got totally krossed out and kris krossed
    who the boss niggas get tossed to the 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 the head piece protect it
    fuck it two tears in a bucket
    niggas want the ruckus
    bustin’ at me bruh now bust it
    styles i gets buckwild
    method man on some shit pullin’ niggas files i’m sick
    insane crazy driving miss daisy
    out her fucking mind now i got mine i’m swayze

    method man
    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 yeah uh

    interlude booster method man
    when i was a likle stereo stereo
    i listen to some champion champion
    i always wondered wondered
    when i will be di number one tical
    and now yuh listen to di gorgon gorgon
    and a gorgon sound a rein
    an’ any jump and come tes’ mi test me
    mi ago lick out dem brain its like that

    method man
    brothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope
    the only way you’ll hang is by the neck
    nigga bolt 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 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 stickin’ niggas for they garments
    movin’ on your left southpaw mr 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
    ninethreeeleven with the rugged rhymes galore
    check it ’cause i think not when this hiphops like proper
    rhymes be the proof while i’m drinkin’ 90 proof
    huh vodka no oj no straw
    when you give it to me ayy give it to me raw
    i’ve learned that 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 ho
    all i need is chemical bank to pay the roll

    interlude method man
    what basically that methtical ’94 style northern spicy brown mustard hoes word up we be hazardous
    we have to stick you

    method man
    is it real son is it really real son motherfucker i’ll fuckin’
    let me know it’s real son if it’s really real slide you down a rusty razor blade into a pool of alcohol
    something i could feel son load it up and kill one
    want it raw deal son if it’s really real

    method man
    i’ll fuckin’ i’ll fuckin’ cut your kneecaps off
    and make you kneel at some staircase piss
    i’ll fuckin’ cut your eyelids off and feed you nothin’ but sleepin’ pills
    get yours motherfucker
    so fuck the ho fuck the ho

    Artist: Method Man

    Year: 1994

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 356