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SINGER: Mindless Self Indulgence
SONG:Bring The Pain
Lemme tell ya 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 write monumental methods, im not the king but niggazz is decaf i stick 'em for the cream check it just how deep can shit get get deeper then your fists and brothers is mad pissed accept it in your cross colored clothes you crossed over now youre totally crossed out and kriss kross who da boss niggazz get tossed to da side and im the dark side i am the force of course its the method man from the wu tang clan i be hectic and comin' for that head piece protect it fuck it two tears in a bucket niggazz want the ruckus? yo bust it at me son now bust it stylez i get buckwild method man on some shit fuckin' niggazz foul son im sick insane crazy drivin' miss daisy how the fuck am i? now i got mine im 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 will be the number one hey hey hey and now you listen to me darcon darcon and all you niggazz come and test me test me im gonna lick out your brains brothers wanna hang with the meth bring a 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 im on it and itll get even worse word to god its the wu comin' through takin niggazz 'fore they're gone gone gone gone gone gone move'n 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 its hip hop like propa rhymes be the proof when im drinkin ninety proof vodka no o.j. 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 hairs i dont 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 fuck it up and kill one fuck it up and kill one lemme know it's real
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