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MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE lyrics : "Bring The Pain"

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 write monumental
Methods I'm not the king but ^!$$%z is decaf

I stick 'em for the cream check it
Just how deep can %#@! 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 ^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it
Stylez I get buckwild method man on some %#@!

$#&@'n ^!$$%z 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
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And all you ^!$$%z 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
^!$$% 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 %#@!
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' ^!$$%z '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 !@#$ monkey 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

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Kill one - $#&@ it up and kill one
$#&@ it up and kill one

Lemme know it's real

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